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Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |24 May 2019
16 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.137
TBS is 7 hours. The time is 0700 hours (07:00 AM) Aegis local.
Aegean is approaching its target and will soon begin investigating Nebula 259b.
Engineering is still struggling to find the cause of and fix the glitches before the nusinces escalate.
The energy being we call Shadow has informed Captain Chirakis of a possible danger to the station.
Our gremlin is in custody. Communication with it has been difficult.

Darker Shadows
Chirakis
August 11, 2418
Address to the 115th Xenobiology Symposium
Dr. Jeffrey Kjeldsen, MD
The Shadow Being
Consider, if you will, a universe in which there is no time and no finite space. There is nothing solid, nor is there anything biological. In fact, in this universe all things, all beings, exist and interact as pure energy. There is no linear time, nor is there cyclical time. Time exists. Time is. Past, present, and future are one. Moreover, there is no finite space. There are no boundaries whatsoever. Imagine this universe and put it as firmly into your mind as you can.
With that firmly in mind, imagine that at this very instant, without any warning whatsoever, you are transported into that universe. Your body is intact. You are fully clothed. You have in your pockets what you had when you left the house this morning. Absolutely nothing has changed, except that the universe in which you lived a split second before has transformed into a totally alien universe—a timeless, limitless, universe inhabited by beings of pure energy.
You have no idea what happened. You think that it is a dream. You try to shake yourself awake, but you can’t, no matter what you do. Then you become confused. You look for a way to get back to where you were. You grope everywhere looking for a door, an opening, or something that will help you escape. But there is none. You cannot return to your own universe. You are, in essence, stuck in this universe for eternity. You must sustain yourself. You must fend for yourself. You must find food, shelter, companionship—everything that sustained you in your own universe.
Pause right now, take a minute, and consider that.
Is it even remotely imaginable how you would survive in a universe without time, without distance, without solids, liquids, or gasses? I would wager that most of you would be dumbfounded at such a fantasy, yet this is exactly what happened—in reverse—to a being that has hitherto been a closely guarded military secret. This is what happened to the being that has come to be known as Shadow.
According to Starfleet records, this interdimensional energy being was snatched from its own dimension and trapped in ours when an alien subspace probe created a dimensional rift in the vicinity of Sky Harbor Aegis 30 years ago, on February 1, 2388. After a long period of adjustment and a steep learning curve, the being and the crew accepted each other. The crew eventually named the being Shadow. For ease of communication, it is referred to in the masculine.
Shadow is a sentient being who exhibits intelligence, reason, emotion, and the will to survive. He is in need of companionship, shelter, and sustenance. In short, he possesses everything we possess except for a biological body. He exists today, trapped in our universe of finite space and time, in a secure facility. After 30 years he is still uncomfortable. He still puzzles over much that he finds in this reality.
* * * * * * *
Sky Harbor Aegis
May 16, 2388—0100 hours Aegis local
Activity in Aegis Command and Control had settled into its normal pace. Freighters continued to come and go. Their time was not Aegis local, so to meet deadlines they docked, processed their cargo, then left. Another freighter took its place and the circle continued ad infinitum.
At 0100, Delta/Graveyard watch began. It was not unusual for Delta personnel to see their commanding officer still present that time of night—or morning—and this morning was no different. Her personal console continued to scroll general information, and her usual leisurely pace continued, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
In truth, their captain awaited information on Aegean’s progress, their findings so far, and anything else pertinent to the mission. However, Aegean had not yet approached its target in Nebula 259b.
In addition, with the aid of Engineering Lieutenant Landru, security had cornered a gremlin—for lack of another name—that was fiddling with electronic equipment in an unfinished area of the station known as " below decks". The being was taken into custody and secured in a detainment cell with the highest level of air filtration possible. If the gremlin had no other weapon, it could always use its scent to deter enemies. Lt Garand had begun to wonder if the being was related to the black and white striped skunk of earth. If nothing else, it verified Billy’s, “And they stink, and I mean really stink. Like they … poop all over the place.”
In essence, Charlie watch had not been dull. It had been productive. Delta settled in as ordinary, normal, and maybe a little boring. And it was. Kind of.
For the next hour, the usual gentle hum of collaboration, occasional movement from one station to another, and forwarding pertinent material to Officer In Command, LCdr Bryer continued. Until, “What the shi*??? What in the friggin universe is that??” froze the personnel, including OIC Bryer.
A spectre resembling a male humanoid had materialized by the command lift. It seemed to be outlined with a Starfleet uniform, though it was difficult to tell. It floated toward Kirel and took a more solid form. Boots slowly formed, slowly becoming somewhat solid, and it began to walk instead of float. The uniform was definitely Starfleet.
Fortunately, the commander recognized Shadow and ordered a stand down. A few resumed their duties, but most of them were mesmerized.
Kirel waved Shadow toward her office door, then turned to face the crew.
“Let me be very clear,” she began, calm but direct. “What you just witnessed did not happen. You did not see it. This will be entered into your records as an anomaly. Any breach of this command will result in instant court martial. Is that clear?”
“Yes, ma'am,” came loud and clear, without a twitch.
“Good. Continue watch, Commander. I will be in my office.”
* * * * * * *
Since Kirel didn’t have the ability to walk through the door without opening it, she waited until it closed behind her. “I assume that you have a good reason for this,” she said as she settled in.
“The Jake. Primary,” Shadow began, struggling to form audible words.
“Are you looking for him?”
“Not look. Know.”
“So you know where Jake is and that he is safe?”
“Yes. Safe. The Jake...safe. The Billy… safe. The below… not… safe.”
Noticing that Shadow’s color was changing and knowing that the change was a sign of anxiety, she pressed him. “Shadow, you must be more specific. You know that Jake and Billy are safe. Who or what is not safe below?”
After a moment of thought, Shadow approached the desk and merged with Kirel’s console. An image of the gremlin appeared. “This one,” came from the console, “Safe. Another. Below. Not like this. Not safe.”
“Can you show me an image?”
“No image,” came the reply as Shadow emerged from the console and hovered close to Kirel. “Know. Feel. Energy negative. Shadow positive. The Chirakis positive. The Jake positive. Below is... negative.” His energy was clearly waning.
“Negative energy from a person? A sentient being?”
“Per...son. What is?”
“A being like me, Shadow A person is a being.”
“Yes. Per...son. Large. Tall. Anger much. Much… negative… energy.”
He was beginning to fade. “Where is it, Shadow?” she implored. “Tell me where.”
“The… Crow…” He managed to say before vanishing to regenerate around the engine core.
“The Crow,” Kirel repeated on a sigh.

= /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1031, STARDATE 51905.20 = /\ =
Manticore was sent to investigate the destruction of Starbase
392 and instead found a mystery much greater than they bargained
of which originated from a massive data breach at Starfleet.
Aginst "official" orders the crew has decided to continue the
investigation. They were diverted to Starbase 381 and found the
USS Honshu under foreign control. After a brief battle the Honshu
was disabled and the engineering team able to regain control of
the ship then persued the enemy through a cloaked minedfield
and ended up at an asteroid base guarded by USS Ethan Carter,
one of the two escort ships from Starbase 392. Thanks to a spy
among the lower ranks, Manticore once again came under control
of the enemy. Thanks to Chief Jaenke's prevention methods the
ship wasn't long under enemy control. A battle ensued both inside
and outside the ship with Manticore ultimately the winner thanks
to a little help from Section 31. Now starts the clean up.
= /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1031, STARDATE 51905.20 = /\ =
190520.log

Personal Log Callista Tyrel
My first log was an excited an ensign arriving at her quarters on her first assignment.
For my second, I am composing this log from the brig.
I am at a loss for what happened that led Commander Kenickie to arrest me. She seemed confident I was in cohootz with the cadet James Ryan.
I found Cadet Ryan to be a creep, he was trying to hit on me not long after we boarded Manticore. He did not seem to be the most level headed individual I have met,
the guy would burst into Klingon at any given moment. Emotionally unhinged yes, someone capable of hacking a black ops starship no. At least that is what I thought.
I guess the guy somehow linked my access code to his ...alleged illegal activities. I don't have the full idea of what the guy was doing, but he is now in the brig with me
in the cell to the left. Just great.
I did suspect someone from Starfleet was behind the mysterious computer hacks that crippled Manticore , the Honshu and destroyed another Starship with
an entire Starbase But I thought it would of been someone far above Ryan's paygrade. Perhaps those boarders will shed light on who is responsible for all this.
Frankly find myself unable to grasp the situation. You only get basic Federation law at the academy. I might find myself an accessory to murder if this mess is not cleaned up.
I have to believe that Starfleet will get this all cleared up. Yet I am not sure, because I have not seen what evidence the commander has to think I had something to do with all this.
I am anxious to say the least over this. And a bit mad as well , but mostly at the jerk in the cell next to me. I have to believe the truth will come out...
It seems the ship might be out of danger based on the alert hues in the brig . I hope Commander Jaenke will be able to argue my case when he gets a chance to.
I didn't do any of this.
End Log.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur continues to work with the crew of the Lysander to make repairs and calculations for an attempt to return home to our correct time period.
Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM
Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM
Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM
Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, nudging the computer ever so gently to try to improve performance ::
Hunter Matheson: :::MARDET under repair:::
Irene Mincine: :: Irene steps out of the holodeck, wearing a gray short-sleeved exercise outfit. She leans up against the bulkhead, panting and sweating. :: "I love being out of sickbay..."
Hakran K'hal: :: to those working with him on the slingshot calculations:: 0.045% success rate. I hardly need say "not good enough" here people. We either start making progress or we're going to have to do something else.
Cptn Swain: ::Walks onto the bridge looking like he hadn't slept ::
Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> Where did you say this happened? ::as he works::
Hunter Matheson: Helm locker door jumped out at me.
Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> ::eyes him::: Right.
Hunter Matheson: Think I'll live?
Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical ::
Rhan K'hal: :: double-take as he glances at Swain :: Er... howdy, Captain.
Irene Mincine: :: Irene calls up Hakran on her com badge. :: +Hakran+ "Ensign Mincine to Lt. K'hal. I'm in one timeline again and feeling great. Anything I can help with? I'm not sure if I'm officially cleared for duty but I can't just sit here."
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::In her seat on the bridge, Miranda looked over the lists of items that the Lysander was able to spare them, assigning them to various departments that were handling the repairs.::
Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> ::snort:: Tell you what, Gunny. Don't know why you used the tourniquet 'cause it wasn't needed. But better safe than sorry. Now get your butt up there and finish the job.
Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. ::hops down and wanders toward the lift:::
Cptn Swain: ::Nods::
Hunter Matheson: ::steps in::: Bridge.
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances up as Swain approaches and nods.::
Hunter Matheson: ::takes a deep breath before exiting onto the bridge:::
Cptn Swain: Status report?
Hunter Matheson: ::lets it out and stops, hearing status report:::
Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ If you're not officially on duty I can't tell you officially what to do. I can officially tell you that you don't want to be anywhere near the physics labs. You might as well take the opportunity to look into your... situation.
Rhan K'hal: Repairs are continuing, Miranda hasn't put the whip down yet today. Otherwise we're getting our supplies tucked away.
Hunter Matheson: ::then picks up the data crystals and isolinear chips that need replacing, then goes to work:::
Rhan K'hal: There are some very grumpy scientists though.
Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Understood, unofficially." :: She headed off toward the genetics labs. :: +Hakran+ "I can give you a brief of what we've figured out so far, if you have the time. Unless Lt. K'h-- er, Rhan filled you in."
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The Lysander has given us much of what we need to repair the hull. They didn't have everything, but we can make do.
Hakran K'hal: :: heads into his office ::
Hunter Matheson: ::sits cross-legged under the helm console and replaces those that need it, tossed the fried ones, and secures the panel:::
Cptn Swain: Good.
Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ I've been up to my mane in tiny numbers and constants symbols for 3 days. I haven't even seen Rhan since the work with the Lysander started, though Maryse sent me a brief memo that I might have seen one out of every 10 letters of. All I know is your unusual situation is even more unusual.
Hunter Matheson: ::scoots back and slips onto the helm chair:::
Irene Mincine: :: There's a long pause on the other end. :: +Hakran+ "...that's probably the best summary. I'll leave you to your work, sir."
Hunter Matheson: ::checking the panel as it comes alive:::
Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Good luck.
Hunter Matheson: ::and lets out the breath he's been holding for a few days... or at least it feels like it:::
Hakran K'hal: :: grabs a hypo out of his desks, dials in a combo stim & analgesic to keep him going and kill his headache - then heads back to the physics lab to continue work ::
Hunter Matheson: ::swivels toward command::: Helm shows green. We won't know if it's fully operational until we try it.
Cptn Swain: ::Takes a deep breath:: I want a full report from science by the end of the day.
Cptn Swain: We need to make some choices.
Hunter Matheson: ::swivels back::
Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed and arrived in the genetics lab. She had made little progress, no leads, nothing so far other than that there's no way the genetic self-preservation program came from this timeline. She idly spun a small self-refrigerating vial of her blood. :: "You're full of mysteries..."
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, we do. ::Grimly.::
Hunter Matheson: ::puts helm through complete diagnostics:::
Indaura Ryssan: :: Tending to a few patients ::
Rhan K'hal: I'll drop Hak the message. Hopefully he'll be too busy to respond, but if I suddenly hide under my desk you'll know why. :: starts inputting the message, adds in a quieter aside :: I should turn the volume down though, just in case.
Cptn Swain: I'll be in my ready room going over the calculations again.
Hunter Matheson: ::makes a few adjustments and runs another series of diagnostics::
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll likely be in engineering, trying to patch together the rest of the ship.
Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Aye. I'll be here.
Hunter Matheson: ::and while it's running, he checks out the equipment locker that attacked him, cleaning it up and taking and inventory:::
Hakran K'hal: :: receives the message, growls :: By the end of the day, I hardly see the point in waiting that long. :: sigh ::
Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Very well.
Hakran K'hal: All right, you lot keep at it and let me know if a miracle happens. I'm going to go start the report for the Captain. I'm going to need time to put it together if he wants something more than word vomit or raw data.
Hakran K'hal: :: heads back into his office ::
Indaura Ryssan: :: Feels better that medical is in good condition, for the most part ::
Irene Mincine: "Computer..." :: Irene shoved the vial into an analysis device and rattled off some temporal scanning orders. The bridge might notice a spike in power consumption by the science wing. ::
Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: raises an eyebrow at "word vomit" and files that one away ::
Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts to read up on any time traveling medical concerns ::
Hunter Matheson: ::and he's back at helm, verifying diagnostics and checking the status of his previous settings, realizing that they won't work where they are now:::
Rhan K'hal: :: as the extra power consumption isn't over an alarm threshold, doesn't even notice as he continues tinkering with a pair of subroutines to get the various working shards of the computer cores to work more cohesively ::
Cptn Swain: ::heads to his ready room::
Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::emerges onto the bridge::
Hunter Matheson: ::staring at the console, thinking::
Rhan K'hal: :: looks up :: Hello Commander.
Irene Mincine: :: A damaged power relay blows under the stress, which scares the hell out of Irene and kills the scan in progress. Irene jumps out of her seat! :: "What the hell? That shouldn't have happened." :: She looks over the scan results that she *did* get. :: "Reacts with... fermionic radiation... temporal de-stabilization..."
Hunter Matheson: :::turns hearing K'hal and acknowledges with::: Sir.
Hunter Matheson: ((that was to Augustine))
Rhan K'hal: :: does get an alarm about that, as does Engineering :: Bio lab? They did let Irene out, didn't they. :: shrugs ::
Cptn Swain: Augustin> This has been a fun little cruise.
Hunter Matheson: ::sighs:: Yes, sir, it has.
Rhan K'hal: Oh, a bucketful of joy.
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Tapping rapidly on her data padd, she sent yet another set of instructions to her engineering teams with their new supplies in mind. She was still worried about their hull stress.::
Irene Mincine: :: Irene furiously scribbles on a padd, putting 2 and 2 together. She calls up Hakran again. :: +Hakran+ "Ensign Mincine to Lt. K'hal. Don't hang up, you're gonna want to hear what I've figured out."
Hakran K'hal: :: stops as the words start blurring :: To hell with it, if he wants a... :: interrupted by Irene ::
Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Go ahead.
Cptn Swain: Augustin> It could have been worse.
Rhan K'hal: I've served on this ship long enough to know that's true.
Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "I've got access to my lab equipment again, which let me confirm some things and... find some unexpected effects. It seems that the inert protein that the DNA was producing is some kind of... temporal lubricant, I guess. I stuck it in this scanner and..." :: She went on and on with technobabble that added up to 'makes things slide through time like a knife through butter'. ::
Cptn Swain: Augustin> Assuming we survive of course.
Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ :: looks at the word salad of his first draft of his report :: I'm on my way. I need to get off my ass anyway before my tail falls off.
Cptn Swain: Augustin> Or get back to our time and not some other time. Or like some other universe. Like imagine a universe where Klingons wear pink velour and the Excalibur is a pirate ship. You think Swain has a eye patch and a peg leg in that universe?
Rhan K'hal: :: swivels to look at Augustin :: Are you feeling all right?
Hakran K'hal: :: exits his office and meanders his way to the biolab ::
Hunter Matheson: ::blink:::
Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::smirks:: It could happen.
Rhan K'hal: "Could" doesn't mean "should." There are some things even the multiverse should be ashamed of.
Hakran K'hal: :: arrives in the biolab to the lovely aroma of blown power relay ::
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and gave Augustin a dry look as she passed.:: Don't jinx us, please. ::Heading for the turbolift.::
Hunter Matheson: :::concentrating on cleaning up the area:::
Irene Mincine: "Sir, you've got to see this." :: She practically shoves a padd in Hakran's hands. :: "See when the sample was bombarded at that wavelength?" :: A panel was blown open in the wall and the desktop scanner, still with the refrigerated blood vial inside, had its top blown off. ::
Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::grins taking his station::
Cptn Swain: AND
Hakran K'hal: By plank's constant woman, can you not work for 2 hours without blowing something up? :: takes PADD ::
Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/17/19 - 10:05 PM=/\=
15 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.136
TBS is 36 hours. The time is 2300 hours (11:00 PM) Aegis local.
Aegean is approaching Nebula 259b.
Their target is a star's electromagnetic waves.
The children should be in bed.
CnC is on third watch (1900 - 0100)
Cpt Chirakis is in her office, monitoring Aegean's progress.
Covert security has been added to the menu below decks.
To keep them safe, Ghost Squad's Jake and Billy are guests in the secure VIP area.
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
Johnson Kenyon: ::sleeping ::
Dacia Sandero: Alexis) ::sleeping ::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::in quarters on Aegean::
mimipavilion: ::in her quarters, unable to sleep at the time, looking through messages::
Dacia Sandero: @ ::probably also sleeping ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Nervous. Was put in the Captain's chair on the Aegean ::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Nothing noteworthy was happening ::
Chirakis: ::secure connection to the Starfleet security detail that is following Aegean:::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::finishing her shower while recording of a lecture of abnormal dwarf type stars plays in the background::
Jylliene: ::sitting up, idly paging through news reports, gossip columns, and anything else that crosses her personal PADD screen as she lounges in bed, trying to distract herself from worry about the mission until she cannot stay awake::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne, for better or for worse was catching up on some research ::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::jotting down some notes of the lecture while drying off::
Tarisa: Miana> :;In her VIP quarters, she had gotten up from bed to get some water.::
Cptn d'Ka: & ::aboard Missouri, en route to replace USS Toronto::
Tarisa: ::Walking through Commerce. She doesn't usually come through this late. She noticed how it was mostly quite, save for a few of the bars still open.::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Decides to lean to one side, letting his elbow take his wait, looking in deep decision-making mode ::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Computer, stop playback. ::makes final note in her journal::
Scott Coleridge: @::in the ready room, making notes::
Chirakis: ::exits her office to check 3rd watch:::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::puzzles over the notes compared to the latest scans as she gets into PJs.::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ::trying to keep the station from falling apart during the gamma shift::
Jylliene: ::flipflipflip....they're rebooting that series *again*?...flipflipflip...::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: The starfield the ship passed through was hypnotic ::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Flips a page ::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ::checking in on repair teams... looks like the day shift fixed he TLs::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Notices everyone else had gone to bed early, even her mother. She went to the kitchen and got herself some water. She began sipping.::
Dacia Sandero: @::zzz::
Chirakis: ::begins her standard wander around CnC, allowing the OIC to do his thing::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Well that just doesn't make sense. ::snaps her journal closed::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @::sets it aside::
Jylliene: ::flipflip...hm. New theory on dark matter... nice. Flipflipflip...::
mimipavilion: ::comes across a brief message from her husband and smiles::
Cptn d'Ka: & ::receiving permission to enter orbit, rather than dock at Aegis:::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ::sipping some coffee in Main engineering :;
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Brings up a scan of the area on his oversized PADD ::
Chirakis: ::stops, hearing Missouri's orbital docking and noting the position it is taking:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Mutters :: The only thing more taking than looking over sector logs is looking over internal station scans ::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::gets a coffee from the replicator::
Scott Coleridge: @::enters the bridge::
Jylliene: ::sighs::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Looking over his display::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::sips and moves towards the bed::
Chirakis: ::d'Ka psionic:: ~Something of which I should be aware?~
Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: How long until we arrive at our destination?
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Computer, dim lights.
Cptn d'Ka: & ::considering before responding::: ~not particularly. A mere precaution~
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::another sip::
Jylliene: ::sets the PADD aside and dims the lights::
Chirakis: ::continues her pace, stopping to look down at the commerce deck:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: turns :: At present speed about 10 hours.
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ::yawns:: I hate the night shift ;:speaking to self::
Tarisa: Miana> :;Ears perk up for a second as she thinks she hears something. Setting the glass down, she goes to the corridor door and opens it. She then peeks outside.::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Looks up from his padd :: I can decrease that time if au wish?
Tarisa: ::Had stopped to listen to some of the sounds coming from a bar, before moving on.::
mimipavilion: ::continues going through messages::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ;:reading through the shift notes::
Chirakis: Action> emergency lights on Aegis begin to blink on and off
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: sits up straight :: What was that?
Chirakis: ::turns to OIC Krandon:::
mimipavilion: ::looks around rather concerned, goes and gets dressed::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ::perks up, pressing console to figure out the alarm messages::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Feels weird saying this :: +Engineering+ Engineering, report. The emergencies went on and off.
Tarisa: ::Blinks as she looks around., then up towards the CnC.::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::fading off to sleep::
Chirakis: Krandon> ::checks:: No, ma'am. They're just... blinking. Ensign Gin, inform engineering.
Tarisa: Miana> Eeep! ::The lights startle her.::
mimipavilion: ::after getting dressed, leaves her quarters and heads for the CnC via the tl::
Chirakis: Gin> Yes, sir. :::flash to Landru::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Looks up :: +eng+ Never mind, I should be asleep now.
mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC with a concerned look on her face::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> +GIN+ Engineering here.
Chirakis: Gin> Emergency lights flashing on and off in CnC. Is there an emergency?
Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: I think we'll be fine, but maybe you should get some rest.
Jylliene: ::grumbles and pulls her blanket over her head::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: nods :: Engineers have phantom feelings towards mechanical problems.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Gets up from the chair, his padd under his arm ::
Chirakis: Gin> ::to Krandon::: Are they blinking everywhere, sir?
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> +Gin+ I see them... ::taps console:: I don't know. I cannot see anything wrong yet
Chirakis: Krandon> ::checks:: Apparently.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::suddenly considers something. But it's late and she's tired and doesn't want to ponder such things right now. Rolls over and tries to get comfortable again::
mimipavilion: ::Chirakis:: It is, I believe. I know they were in my quarters.
Chirakis: ::nods to Mimi, thinking::
Chirakis: Krandon> ::Landru:: Should we shut them down manually?
Tarisa: Miana> ::Runs back into the quarters, she rushes to her mother's room and jumps into the bed.::
Scott Coleridge: @ ::takes the command chair, looks around the bridge with its night shift crew::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> I'm ordering a repair crew to investigate. Stand by
Jylliene: ::knows she'll get called if there is a need for her to be there, rolls over and tries to fall asleep::
Chirakis: Krandon> ::Landru:: Standing by.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Enters the lift ::
Cptn d'Ka: & ::monitoring the goings on from Missouri and becomes curious:::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::the thought still buzzed in her brain:: Oh, fine then. ::throws back the covers::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::gets out of bed and grabs her journal and a robe::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> +krandon+ The team reports nothing wrong. I am deactivating the alarm
Chirakis: Krandon> +Landru+ Copy that. And thanks - they're driving me crazy.
mimipavilion: ::gets an uneasy feeling about this::
Jylliene: ::conversations she thought about having with Nijil running through her head::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> +Krandon+ I know the feeling. Trouble is we can't just keep disabling alarms We will end up blind
Chirakis: 10:45 PM
Jylliene: ::different variants in the conversation, looping::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Exits the lift and heads to his quarters ::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ :::enters Aegean bridge. Just now realizing the robe was more sheer than she'd noticed in the dark. Too tired and annoyed with her brain to care however. She moved quickly to the science station::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over the emergency log ::
Chirakis: Krandon> :::sighs:::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::sets her journal down on the console and opens to the last notes::
Cptn d'Ka: & ::sensing something that should not be on the station:::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> +Krandon+ My gut tells me this is a planned set of actions to confuse and disable us.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::begins entering new data sets into a simulation based on current sensor readings::
Scott Coleridge: @::glances over at Dran's arrival:: Eureka moment, Lieutenant?
mimipavilion: ::gets a feeling that she's been through this before, but hopes she's wrong::
Chirakis: Krandon> +Landru+ Captain is here, I will inform. ::turns:::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Actually, I hope not.
Chirakis: ::Krandon:: Ask for the area and send security immediately.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::checking ships sensors again::
mimipavilion: ::moves near Chirakis, but staying out of her way::
Chirakis: Krandon> +Landru+ Send the coordinates if you can pinpoint.
Johnson Kenyon: Landru> :: taking a big swig of coffee, brings up the repair logs since these problems began::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ There's an unknown feature at the core of the star. Several benign causes could account for the readings. Or...
Chirakis: ::notes Mimi is wide awake, as is probably many on the station:::
Scott Coleridge: @ Or?
mimipavilion: ::looks and nods to Chirakis, but has a thousand thoughts running through her mind::
Johnson Kenyon: +Krandon+ that's just it... it seems like a series of diversions... last alarm was deck 16
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Lies down on his bed :: Jylliene....
Chirakis: :::Mimi:: Good morning, Doctor. ::as it is nearly midnight::
mimipavilion: Morning.
Tarisa: ::Continues her walk through Commerce after the alarm was deactivated. She then hops onto a TL, inputting her quarters level.::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Or there's a contained Strangelet pocket involved.
Chirakis: Krandon> +Landru+ Copy that.
Johnson Kenyon: Landru> Computer, could these anomalous alarms and glitches be programmed into the system or run from another area?
Chirakis: Krandon> ::turns to TAC::: Security to deck 16 geared up.
Chirakis: Krandon> Priority one.
Chirakis: Tac> ::sends the message:::
mimipavilion: ::steps closer to Chirakis:: From what I heard or witnessed, I have this strange feeling that I've been through this before, but I hope I'm wrong.
Chirakis: 10:55 PM
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: His eyes are heavy ::
Tarisa: :;Steps off the TL once the doors open.::
Scott Coleridge: @ And how did that get there?
Chirakis: ::Mimi:: We have, but it is being taken care of.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ But of course that should be impossible for this star type and also horrendously bad for this sector of the galaxy.
Chirakis: ::quietly:: We have a gremlin aboard, I believe.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ I do not know Commander.
mimipavilion: ::nods::softly:: Sounds almost the last time too. Before you came aboard. Hope it's not the same gremlin.
Chirakis: ::Mimi:: We should relax.. in my office, Doctor?
mimipavilion: ::nods and follows Chirakis::
Chirakis: ::enters her office::: Tea, coffee, or something more potent?
mimipavilion: Potent please
Chirakis: ::sly grin:: How potent?
mimipavilion: ::thinks:: I'll leave the judgment up to you.
Chirakis: Security> +OIC CnC+ Gremlin contained.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::displeased with the simulation results:: I was hoping the computer would dismiss the possibility but currently it can neither confirm nor deny the theory.
Chirakis: Very well... :::Enlidch'a is poured, one for each of them::: Take care ::as she hands it to her:: It is potent.
Johnson Kenyon: +Krandon+ It's hard to say for certain, but I think we have a pattern emerging.
mimipavilion: ::nods and takes a small sip and braces herself a bit::
Chirakis: Krandon> +Landrew+ I agree.
Jylliene: ::finally falls asleep::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::turns in the chair:: It is totally possible it is something placed there. Either way, we could be in more trouble than we thought.
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: 5/17/19
Chirakis: Thank you.
Chirakis: Very well done, considering the circumstances.
Chirakis: TBS will be 7 hours. The time will be 0700 for next sim.
Chirakis: Commander, any words from you?
Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew?
Johnson Kenyon: Did you get a gremlin?
Chirakis: We certainly did. We'll find out what it is next time.
Johnson Kenyon: Catch anyone?
Johnson Kenyon: Ah
Chirakis: One
Chirakis: Anyone else?
Chirakis: Very well...
Nijil tr'Korjata: none
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

The Return of The Ghost Squad
Commander Cayne & Captain Chirakis
Several months ago, Commander Wyatt Cayne was ordered to investigate one of the many lower decks on Aegis that had been left unfinished. Strange reports of “aliens” had filtered in from many areas. Some reports seemed plausible but none was verified. Most of the reports were within the realm of fantasy—especially the reports filed after raucous parties.
However, protocol demanded investigation, and after several plausible reports from one area in particular, Commander Cayne was called in to investigate. As per his SI-6 training, he crept through Jeffries tubes, unoccupied storage rooms, crawl spaces and any place that could be used for nefarious purposes.
Enter The Ghost Squad.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Psssst. Jake.”
A dirty, rag-tag boy, his face and arms streaked awkwardly with camouflage colors, stopped his progress through the crawl space, and threw a disgruntled glance over his shoulder to his cohort. “What?” he mouthed, aggravated.
His partner slapped two fingers on the left side of his chest, then jerked his thumb frantically over his shoulder.
Jake tossed Billy a skeptical look while he listened for any sound in the crawl way, then his eyes widened in alarm as irregular creaking broke the silence. At the younger boy’s frantic nods, they both scampered frantically through the crawl way, Billy whispering directions to Jake from behind and Jake whispering back, telling Billy to “stop whispering because the Fleeter could follow them easier”, and Jake whispering back to “shut up and turn right, then left.”
Then the sound of a phaser unholstering reached the boys, and a deep voice echoed, “I'm not going to hurt anyone, but this area is off limits.”
Jaws dropped, they exchanged glances, then scrambled around the turn to a storage access hatch that always made a good hiding place. The cover slipped off and they hoisted themselves in, secured the hatch and pushed back against the wall. Eyes closed, they began deep, even breaths to slow their heartbeats and calm their nerves so they could sit perfectly still, like in the old Starfleet training holovids. It usually worked when the Sirius Gang came hunting for someone to torment, but this was different. This was real.
Less than a minute later, a rugged Starfleet security officer passed underneath, mumbling something about finding a single slip of latinum in a Ferengi vault. Either he had so many he could not single them out, or he was spending them so extravagantly he'd have none to spare. Each passing minute meant the suspects either buried themselves deeper into the bowels of the station or found some route to escape that security never considered.
"All those scans and nothing," he muttered as he lifted a panel leaning against the wall. No secret passage behind it, time to move on. Before he left the room he placed something on the door frame. It stuck to it for a moment before melting into the metal. The boys waited a full five minutes to be sure he was gone before they moved.
“Gol, Billy,” whispered Jake on an exhale. “Thanks for the warning. What in blazes do you think he’s doing down here?”
“Dunno, Jake.” He shrugged. “Check out the grab from the minivid we put up,” he continued, flipping through an old, well worn PADD, then pointing at the image. “See the brass on ‘im?”
“Gees,” Jake breathed in admiration with a low whistle. “Commander. Big guns. He sure doesn’t belong down here. They usually send the little guys—you know, the probies, the ensigns, the ones who do the dirty work of checking out places in the station no one else wants to.” Jake gestured emphatically, pursing his lips in serious thought. “But he’s here, and that means it’s somethin’ important. I mean really important. And I heard him say something about ‘scans’ and ‘suspects’.” He blew out a breath. “He really means business. Gol….” His eyes widened. “Ya think he’s looking for more aliens?”
“But… word on the chain is they got ‘em all... right? I mean, aren’t they all dead?”
“Hey, it wouldn’t be the first time the chain was wrong. But even if he isn’t looking for aliens, he’s headed toward the syndicate quarter, and tonight’s Crow’s exchange night.” Jake stopped to think a minute, his face scrunched into decision mode. “You go back and tell the others. I’m gonna follow him. Maybe we can help him out if he needs it, and if he does, I’ll report back.”
Billy’s jaw dropped. “How’re we gonna help him?”
“I’ll think of somethin’,” Jake replied, sounding not quite confident, but determined.
Billy nodded. “Right. But… what’re we gonna call him? We gotta have a code name.”
They gave that a few minutes of thought so deep that it screwed up their faces. “How about… Redbird.” Jake said finally, nodding.
Billy’s lips spread into a grin. “Yeah. That’s cool. Redbird,” he said, giving Jake a high-five.
Jake reached for the hatch release, took a deep breath followed by one careful, quiet turn, and they eased out, making sure the hatch was secure. After exchanging their Ghost Squad good luck handshake, they parted, Jake turning to follow Redbird and Billy moving in the opposite direction.
* * * * * * *
As frightening as their first encounter was, the Ghost Squad eventually admitted Cayne to their circle, with the intention of sharing information. The Ghost Squad— preteens except for the 13 year old Jake— became Cayne’s “Recon Team” (their words, not his). For a while there wasn’t much information to share, but this time it seemed to be a little more important.
* * * * * * *
Present time:
Late in the afternoon, Lt Garand presented Captain Chirakis with a note. Written on paper. Real paper. Real, crumpled paper—so crumpled that it was hardly legible. Not many used real paper in the year 2388, though a few did—Dr Davis being one. Kirel examined it, then smoothed it out on her desk and read:
Captin Sheerakiss, this is komander Jake Filtress of the Ghost Squad and we have a importint mesage for you. I need to talk to you becaus we think I mean the Ghost Squad things something super fishy is happening down here.
Sinserily,
Jake Filtress, Ghost Squad Komandr
Billy Morris, Ghost Squad Leutieint Komandr
As she finished, she asked Lt Garand, “Do you consider their information important?”
“Well, ma’am, it could be important, unless they’ve exaggerated their story. But as you can tell…” He nodded toward the security screen behind her desk. “...they’re frightened, and I don’t believe it’s because they’re in the CnC conference room. They had that same look when they asked to see me. And security footage shows them looking over their shoulders as they approached the security complex.”
“They asked to speak to me, specifically?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Very well,” she replied, exiting her office to stride toward the conference room. “Commander Cayne, you’re with me. Lieutenant Garand, you have the con.”
The conference room door slid open to reveal two fidgety boys who stood immediately when she entered. They were clean and fairly well dressed—the exact opposite of what she had heard from the security details who patrolled the lower decks. Kirel approached them congenially and they seemed to relax, but only a little.
“Mr Filtress, Mr Morris,” she began, extending her hand for a shake. “Please sit. I am Captain Chirakis, and I presume that you already know Commander Cayne.” She nodded in his direction as she settled into her chair. “Thank you for bringing your concern to our attention. I understand that you have information you would like to share.” She turned to Cayne and nodded, indicating that he should take the lead.
Still fidgety and obviously frightened, Jake fixed his eyes on Commander Cayne and tried to look relaxed, but it really didn’t work. “I dunno where to start,” he said. “It was like… weird and strange. Uh… Commander, you remember that crawl space where you hurt your back?”
Cayne nodded, "How could I forget?" He asked with a short sigh.
“Uh.. yeah. That place used to be empty.” He shrugged. “I mean mostly empty. Empty except for that rod you tripped over.”
Billy gave him a nudge and a hurry-up look with a gesture that said “tell ‘em what happened”.
Jake poked him with an elbow and a shut up glance, then continued. “Well, yeah… that rod? It’s not just one rod now, it’s a bunch of ‘em. And a whole lot of other stuff, like cords and isolinear things. Not sure what they’re for, but it’s a bunch.” He gave Cayne a strange look, like he was too scared to say anything more.
"I am to take it none of you brought those items to your little hideout?" He shook his head realizing they would not tell him of stuff they had acquired themselves. He looked them both over. "When did you two notice these things showing up?"
“Well… you know that we like to crawl through those areas, right? One day they weren’t there, and the next day… well... they were. And no….” Jake shook his head vigorously. “No, I didn’t take any away. We thought they were some super secret thing that your security guys put there.” He look a deep breath and looked down at the table, his eyes darting around.
“Gol, Jake. Tell ‘em,” Billy retorted. “Gees… if you don’t, I sure will!!”
“But what if they find out?” Jake whispered intensely. “Gees, Billy… I don’t wanna die.”
Kirel had been watching and listening up to that point. She straightened up and quirked a brow toward Cayne.
Cayne stiffened up. "No one is doing to die, and we would not store the items you mentioned in that manner. Sounds like someone is gathering up these items for some purpose. Could be to sell or assemble something." He bent down to their level. "Guys, let me level with you. If it was not important you'd not contact us, so don't waste your effort. What do you believe is going on?"
After taking a deep breath, Jake finally looked up. “Not sure what’s going on, but stuff is beginning to disappear and appear somewhere else. Like… you know Crow? The guy that runs the syndicate? He’s gone. Not sure where, but we haven’t seen him for… I dunno… a week maybe longer?”
Billy repeatedly nodded his head. “And all his stuff was left behind. And the room we use for Ghost Squad meetings? A couple days ago we tried to get in and couldn’t. Not even through our crawl space. And….”
“...and there are some… things down there,” added Jake, gesturing randomly. “Kind of like humans, but not human if you know what I mean.”
“And they stink!!” said Billy, waving his hands in the air. “And I mean really stink. Like they never shower, and… I dunno… poop all over the place.”
They stopped talking suddenly and exchanged horrified glances. “This place is like… quiet, right?” Jake whispered. “Like… no one can hear this but us?”
"It is very secure,” Cayne replied, “the most you will find in the sector." He turned to Chirakis. "Search for any particularly odorous species or individuals, but the waste.... This may not be a sentient species, at least I hope not. You know, we could install surveillance equipment in that location."
Realizing that the conversation was wandering into a security breach, and that they said might frighten the boys, Kirel put up a hand. “I agree, Commander,” she said congenially. “Surveillance equipment is an excellent idea. And gentlemen,” she continued, speaking to the boys. “Would you like to stay with us for the rest of the day? We will inform your parents, ask their permission, and if your parents agree, give you VIP quarters for the night? Your thoughts, Commander? A good idea?”
"That can be arranged. We can even spring for a warm sonic shower. What do you think boys?"
It took them a moment or two to process , but eventually, “Gees… yes, ma’am. I mean sir… I mean…. that would be… like… super great.” Jake replied, a little more relaxed.
“And dinner at the Captain’s Table with myself and Commander Cayne?”
Their mouths dropped open, speechless.
“Commander Cayne, if you will, request permission from their parents, and join us for dinner.”
"Aye Captain." The old officer forced a grin upon his face, then turned to head to his station to make their preparations. "We should get takeout," he mused before heading out the door.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |17 May 2019
15 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.136
TBS is 36 hours. The time is 2300 hours (11:00 PM) Aegis local.
Aegean is approaching Nebula 259b.
It is almost midnight, so the children should be in bed.
The rest of the crew has been relieved. Enjoy.
Captain Chirakis is in her office, monitoring Aegean’s progress and keeping a close watch on that area of space.
Covert security has been added to the menu below decks, with instructions to observe and report.

= /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1031, STARDATE 51905.13 = /\ =
Manticore was sent to investigate the destruction of Starbase
392 and instead found a mystery much greater than they bargained
of which originated from a massive data breach at Starfleet.
Aginst "official" orders the crew has decided to continue the
investigation. They were diverted to Starbase 381 and found the
USS Honshu under foreign control. After a brief battle the Honshu
was disabled and the engineering team able to regain control of
the ship then persued the enemy through a cloaked minedfield
and ended up at an asteroid base guarded by USS Ethan Carter,
one of the two escort ships from Starbase 392. Thanks to a spy
among the lower ranks, Manticore once again came under control
of the enemy. Thanks to Chief Jaenke's prevention methods the
ship wasn't long under enemy control. A battle ensued both inside
and outside the ship with Manticore ultimately the winner thanks
to a little help from Section 31. Now starts the clean up.
= /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1031, STARDATE 51905.13 = /\ =

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is making some repairs with assistance from the USS Lysander, as well as working on calculations to hopefully return us to the correct time period.
Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM
Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM
Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM
William Chocox: ::is working in Engineering::
Hunter Matheson: ::sorting gear to repair the helm console and other things in the area that were damaged:::
Irene Mincine: :: Irene is restrained in her biobed, but at least she's not violent anymore! She comes to. :: "The hell is this?" :: She struggles but makes no progress toward getting out. ::
Rhan K'hal: ::swings back into sickbay to present the (hopefully) final round of nanite programming so Irene doesn't split various parts of her anatomy into separate times when they attempt to go Back to the Future::
Indaura Ryssan: :: Placing her plant and soil samples for catalogization ::
Hakran K'hal: :: down in the physical science section, remotely working with the Lysander on the calculations with the rest of the spacetime scientists ::
Hunter Matheson: ::digging into the boxes, looking for compatible equipment and having a hard time::
Indaura Ryssan: :: Truth be told, the idea of somehow going in time again and not getting smooshed in the process scared her ::
Maryse Dubois: ::Checks in on Irene.:: How are you feeling?
Hunter Matheson: ::stops to think:::
Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks like a cross between disoriented and hungover. :: "How much did I drink last night? Whose holding cell is this? Starfleet? Earth? The Ferengi embassy?"
Hunter Matheson: ::kneels by the console, flips open the panel and checks the data crystals:::
Maryse Dubois: I hope that's a joke, and not you being time displaced again.
Indaura Ryssan: :: Hears Dr. Dubois speak ::
Hakran K'hal: :: holding his head in his paws as the calculations have to go back eight steps again due to the latest round of additional mass brought aboard ::
William Chocox: These engines are a right mess. The next time I'm at a spacedock I'm going to have a word with those guys.
Rhan K'hal: :: stops outside the door to Irene's room (for a change) :: I come bearing gifts of code. Is everyone decent?
Hunter Matheson: ::only three compromised, which is pretty good considering the flip and flop it took to get where we are now:::
Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked confused. :: "What? I had a hell of an 18th birthday party, I think. I don't remember aaaaanything. Is that what you mean?"
Maryse Dubois: Sure... ::Smiles as Rhan enters.::
Cptn Swain: ::In the ready room working with Sati::
Rhan K'hal: :: steps in :: Sounds like the sooner we get this over with, the better.
Hunter Matheson: ::scoots out, strolling toward the helm equipment locker, jerks it open and reaches in, only to scrape his arm along the damaged locker door::: Damn....
Indaura Ryssan: :: nods for some reason then goes back to her work ::
Hunter Matheson: ::grabs the chips and the med kit, kicks the door closed, data crystals on the console, opens the med kit and starts working:::
Irene Mincine: "I am never drinking again." :: she said probably for the thousandth time. :: "We were supposed to just go out to the Klingon bar... and then I was gonna get a tat... and then... ugh..." :: Irene looked sick. ::
Rhan K'hal: :: takes his usual seat and loads up the programming on the console ::
Hunter Matheson: ::wrap wrap wrap after antibiotic, replaces the chips, secures the console, and there's a drip...drip...drip on the floor:::
Maryse Dubois: ::Preps the hypo.:: Last one.
Hunter Matheson: ::tightens the gauze, slaps on another pad, and finally uses the tourniquet::
Rhan K'hal: Crossable digits crossed.
Hunter Matheson: ::mutters a lot of words no one should hear:::
Hunter Matheson: (TL in working order?)
Irene Mincine: "Hangover cure?"
William Chocox: ::replaces his current panel and goes to the next one in line::
Maryse Dubois: Yes...A hangover cure. ::gives her the hypo.::
Rhan K'hal: Yep, it'll be like turning the clock forward and it'll be a distant memory.
Indaura Ryssan: :: Shakes her head thinking about that Irene is going through ::
Hunter Matheson: :::steps into the lift:: Med bay.
Rhan K'hal: :: manages to be a smartass and correct at the same time ::
Hunter Matheson: ::exits on the medical level and walks in, wondering if he has to take a number:::
Irene Mincine: "Shoot me up, docs! I feel like I'm gonna hork all over the place, so make it quick."
Cptn Swain: ::to Sati:: The numbers still don't work.
Maryse Dubois: ::Stands back to let the nanites do their magic.::
Rhan K'hal: :: checks the "line of fire" between Irene's position and his console :: Didn't realize I was going to need a tarp. And they're off!
Hunter Matheson: ::looking around for a doc or nurse, or at least a corpsman::
Cptn Swain: Sati> ::rubs the bridge of her nose:: We could find another star to use for the slngshot.
Hunter Matheson: ::rings the little bell that's near the entrance:::
Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: arrives in a somewhat timely manner and takes up a position at the time bubble controller ::
Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes. Looks like this one's going smoother than the others, at least. :: "Oh, man..." :: She's pretty tightly restrained, so at least this time she can't jump up and punch everyone?
Hunter Matheson: ::bur everyone's busy:::
Hakran K'hal: Semek> Apologies for my tardiness, I got caught behind another lift.
Rhan K'hal: Hopefully we won't need you except to hit the "OFF" button, ensign.
Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes over to Doctor Dubois :: How is Mincine?
Hunter Matheson: ::date, time, on the tourniquet, just in case:::
Maryse Dubois: Hopefully this is her last treatment.
Rhan K'hal: :: starts getting first round telemetry from the nanite supervisors :: So far, so good. She might start to experience a little strange blood chemistry in a moment. You might want to have one of the all-in-ones ready, Maryse.
Irene Mincine: :: Irene's skin takes on a grayish tone as the blood chemistry begins to change. Are those veins turning... green? :: "Maryse! Rhan!" :: Looks like she's back to the right time, at least. ::
Maryse Dubois: ::Takes hypo out of her pocket.:: All set.
Rhan K'hal: :: frowns both at Irene's physical appearance and the bevy of alarms going off on his console :: That wasn't in the game plan.
Rhan K'hal: :: attempts to adjust on the fly, but has quite a bit of lag with the computer system being what it is ::
Hakran K'hal: Semek> Experiencing fluctuations in her temporal alignment. I cannot compensate with the time bubble however, as the fluctuations are at different levels in different parts of her body.
Hunter Matheson: ::waiting in the med entrance:::
Irene Mincine: "Do something before I turn inside-out!" :: Irene looked in rough shape. ::
Cptn Swain: Not really an option. The longer we're around this time period the more risk of contamination.
Hakran K'hal: Semek> More likely parts of your body will begin to disappear as they...
Rhan K'hal: Not the best time for honesty, Mr. Semek.
Hunter Matheson: ::tries another way: Alors, peut-Ãªtre je devrait demander Ã quelqu'un ...:::
Rhan K'hal: :: the nanites begin a reversion of changes up until the instabilities occurred ::
Hunter Matheson: ::stands up to wander toward the docs:::
Maryse Dubois: ::Gives Irene the hypo to help stabilize her.:: What was that?
Irene Mincine: "What? Rhan!" :: She gradually went from gray back to her normal naturally copper-ish skin. ::
Hakran K'hal: Semek> Temporal alignment instabilities decreasing.
Rhan K'hal: DNA stabilizing. It appears your sleeper DNA has a fail-safe hostile takeover defense mechanism.
Indaura Ryssan: :: Making sure she is recording all of this ::
Irene Mincine: "I'm going to kill whoever did this to me!" :: Irene struggled in her restraints. :: "Let me out of these things, it's me and I'm back at my normal time!"
Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Is it me or is this well beyond the kind of genetic engineering we're used to seeing among the major powers? When even these nanites are coming up in second place.
Hunter Matheson: ::figures he can get a corpsman in MARDET and leaves:::
Hakran K'hal: Semek> That does indeed sound like the current Ms. Mincine.
Indaura Ryssan: Matheson? Something I can help you with?
Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Oh. Hi doc. Yeah, I cut my arm pretty deep when I reached into the helm locker.
Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: We're not dealing with someone typical here.
Indaura Ryssan: How on Denobula? :: sit over here ::
Hunter Matheson: Got a tourniquet on it about 30 minutes ago. ::points to the info on the tourn.cuf:::
Rhan K'hal: That's what I was afraid of.
Rhan K'hal: :: sighs ::
Rhan K'hal: Mr. Semek. How is her time stability? Can we let her out of this bubble yet?
Hunter Matheson: You're busy, so I thought I'd go to MARDET for a corpsman. They're pretty good at this kind of thing.
Irene Mincine: "I'm very typical." :: Hmph. Her stability was much better than before, though. ::
Indaura Ryssan: And leaving scars. :: scans the wound ::
William Chocox: ::whistles tunelessly as he works::
Maryse Dubois: With all of my knowledge, I don't think we're dealing with someone from the Alpha or Beta quadrants...at least not in our timeline...
Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: reviews the data :: Her temporal stability is well within the parameters Dr. Dubois set up early on in the process. It is my professional opinion the time bubble can be deactivates so long as no more treatments are in progress.
Cptn Swain: ((TWO MINUTE WARNING ))
Indaura Ryssan: Tell you what, how about I escort you down there?
Hunter Matheson: Uh.. sure.
Hunter Matheson: You think I need it? I mean... it doesn't seem to be that bad.
Irene Mincine: "Thank Kahless!" :: She was more interested in getting out than anything else. :: "Nobody from the Delta quadrant hates us enough to do... whatever it is they did to me."
Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Semek, then looks at Maryse :: It's your call. I'm sure you'd be happy for some peace and quiet, and I'm sure my brother would be happy to have her back in the saddle.
Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Rhan.:: I can agree to that.
Maryse Dubois: ::Undoes the restraints.::
Indaura Ryssan: I wish to take a break from sickbay. :: Sprays something on the wound to stabilize it. ::
Rhan K'hal: Hit the big red button, Mr. Semek.
Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'
Hunter Matheson: Ma'am
Hakran K'hal: Semek> The off button is cyan, Lieutenant. And its size does...
Rhan K'hal: Oh good grief, how fresh from Vulcan are you. Just turn the damn thing off.
Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: blink :: Yes, sir. :: turns off the time bubble ::
Hunter Matheson: ::following the doc toward the lift:::
Cptn Swain: ...and...
Rhan K'hal: They can take your DNA, but they cannae take your freedom.
Irene Mincine: :: With the restraints removed, she sits up on the biobed. :: "I'm free!" :: She hops out of the bed and promptly collapses to her knees. ::
Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Irene Mincine’s face was shining with sweat. She was wearing short-sleeved gray exercise outfit and armed with a bat’leth, mowing down holographic Klingon warriors in a familiar-looking cave. She had been cooped up in her sickbay prison for over a week, trapped inside the blue glow of the temporal stabilization field. Now she was free… and she had plenty of rage to work out.
Where did the foreign DNA come from? She thought she had an idea before, but its self-repair mechanism was far beyond anything she had ever seen. It wasn’t from any of the major Alpha or Beta Quadrant powers – the technology for hiding messages in protein sequences was well-known but messages didn’t try to keep themselves alive! The Dominion in the Gamma Quadrant had extremely advanced genetic engineering capabilities, but this didn’t have any of their hallmarks.
Could the DNA be from the future, or an alternate timeline? Could it have something to do with the cause of the anomaly that sent them back in time in the first place?
Irene deftly dodged a dagger thrust, planting her bat’leth square in the assaulter’s chest. She was trying her hardest to ignore the stiffness in her back, as well. The wound she received when they entered this timeframe had mostly healed, other than the removed organ. Thanks to her hybrid biology, she wouldn’t be able to get a replacement except at a starbase – the operation was just too advanced and the available synthetics on board wouldn’t suffice. Worse, the nephralamine treatments she had to take always made her mouth taste like battery acid.
Irene had detailed all of her theories in a report she had given to Hakran, her superior. But that’s all she had – theories. It drove her mad. She needed a solution and she needed to know who did this to her. Irene, whose curiosity outpaced only her anger, would not be satisfied until this case was solved.

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/10/19 =/\=
14 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.135
TBS is 24 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 AM) Aegis local.
Aegean is ready to depart, Commander Coleridge as Captain.
Their target is a star's electromagnetic waves in nebula 259b.
A substantial security detail accompanies them.
USS Kole is monitoring Alien Alliance activity close to An-Ward.
So far, there has been no Alien Alliance activity near Aegean's target.
USS Toronto is docked. Toronto's strike force is in the area.
Engineering officer Kenyon is stretched thin, fixing system glitches.
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS:::
mimipavilion: ::in medical::
Chirakis: ::in Aegean's docking bay with Commander Coleridge:::
Dacia Sandero: ::in Aegean, probably at an unused secondary terminal on the bridge::
Chirakis: Security> ::readying their equipment for the voyage::
Scott Coleridge: ::in the docking bay::
Alexis McFarland: ::14 May is a Saturday, enjoying a Blubby's Breakfast Wrap with her friends::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on Aegean's bridge. Double checking mission pod's sensor suites connection to the main computer::
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> +Kenyon+ I have another one for the list.... This one on the civilian habitat, deck 92
Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ What is it this time?
Tarisa: Miana> ::With Alexis, eating.:: Yummy!
Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ Careful now... ::tapping on the console:: You get enough sleep last night?
Fletcher Jackson: ::motoring ships as they come and go, having given Aux OPS all the other stuff:::
Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Sorry sir... just seems like all hell is breaking loose
Dacia Sandero: ::has things all ready in Sickbay as well::
Tarisa: ::Stepping onto CnC.::
Alexis McFarland: Mm. Yes. ::smiles::
Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ It's the holoprojectors...
Chirakis: ::waiting for Scott's departure::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::confirms final check of science system::
Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ alright... I'm just about done here... Kenyon out
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: In the CnC ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::gathering his tools::
Tarisa: ::Walks over to SCI station, logging in.::
Chirakis: :::Scott::: Questions, Captain?
Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Our security detail has been briefed?
Chirakis: They have.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: On the Aegean ::
Chirakis: They are our best security personnel.
Fletcher Jackson: ::opens a corridor for Aegean as per the captain's orders:::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishing her wrap.:: What should we do today?
Annisha: :: Awake ::
Scott Coleridge: Then I believe we're ready to go.
Alexis McFarland: ::wipes her mouth:: Dunno, maybe we can go to the park or something?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Scanning the sector ::
Chirakis: One more thing to remember, Captain...
Chirakis: Never take a direct route to your target.
Tarisa: Miana> :;Nods.:: Sounds fun. Should we get Annisha first?
Scott Coleridge: You suggest a more leisurely approach?
Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Yes. Hope she's awake by now.
Chirakis: I suppose you could call it that.
Chirakis: As if you were going on an outing.
Johnson Kenyon: ::entering TL:: Deck 92
Scott Coleridge: Understood.
Chirakis: ::that said, she nods::: It is now your ship and your mission, Captain. Good hunting.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: on the Aegean bridge :: Engineering is ready
Scott Coleridge: Thank you.
Chirakis: ::steps away and watches him leave:::
Scott Coleridge: ::boards the Aegean::
mimipavilion: ::working away::
Johnson Kenyon: ::exiting the TL, looks up and realizes he's on the commerce deck:: Huh? ::puzzled::
Chirakis: +com+ Mr. Jackson, is Aegean's corridor clear?
Dacia Sandero: ::looks out view screen:::
Scott Coleridge: @::acquires a shiny @ as his character model renders in the turbolift just outside the bridge level::
Alexis McFarland: ::moves with Miana back to Annisha's room::
Fletcher Jackson: ::looks up::: +com+ ::Chirakis:: Corridor Alpha 2 is cleared for Aegean, ma'am.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: sad he is leaving again ::
Scott Coleridge: @::enters the bridge::
Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Kenyon to Lt Little
Chirakis: Security> ::stands at attention as Scott enters:::
Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ What is it now ::chuckles::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::repeating a route between science station, engineering, and ops making sure all experiment equipment is synced properly::
Tarisa: Miana> :;Walking with her, instead of riding on the back of her chair.::
Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Status?
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: nods :: Ie. green.
Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Lieutenant, the turbo lift took me to the commerce deck. Have you noticed similar problems?
Alexis McFarland: ::smiles::
Chirakis: @ Security> ::relax and continue prep, then take their places::
Scott Coleridge: @ Very good. Take the helm, please.
mimipavilion: ::finishes up the last of her paperwork, then does a walk-through; answering questions along the way::
Scott Coleridge: @ Signal Aegis for clearance.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: wide-eyed :: Me sir?
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: gets up ::
Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ I have an engineering crew on that. Please get to deck 92 and get those holoprojectors working again
Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Aye sir
Johnson Kenyon: ::reenters the TL:: deck 92
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Takes helm :: Cleared for launch? Speed Captain?
Fletcher Jackson: +Aegean+ Cleared for departure, Aegean. Take Corridor Alpha 2. Respond.
Alexis McFarland: ::arrives at Annisha's room::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Knocks on the door.::
Scott Coleridge: @ Take us out and bring us up to full impulse once we've cleared the station.
Annisha: :: gets the door :: Who is it?
Tarisa: ::Ears perk as she listens to Fletcher.::
Alexis McFarland: It's Alexis and Miana.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::checking her notes one last time before accepting if she's forgotten it now it's just too late::
Chirakis: ::takes the command lift to CnC:::
Annisha: :: thinks ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::doors open and he walks out sees a sign indicating deck 16, steps back in:: Computer, deck 92
Scott Coleridge: @ Lay in a hyperbolic course for Nebula 259b so that we can approach it obliquely and obtain periodic scans before we enter the nebula.
Fletcher Jackson: +Aegean+ Confirm departure, Corridor Alpha 2.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Aye, alpha 2 course set, engaging thrusters, then impulse until local perimeter.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Aegis+ Departing on alpha 2 vector.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::moving to Ops and updates scan pattern per adjusted course::
Annisha: Sounds like my old friends...I was thinking of new ones.
Fletcher Jackson: +Aegean+ Departing on Alpha 2, confirmed.
Johnson Kenyon: ::TL doors open, Kenyon looks out and sees it's deck 3:: Deck 92
Chirakis: ::the doors open to medical::
Annisha: :: opens the door ::
Alexis McFarland: Yesh
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Moving off from the station.
Chirakis: :::closes the doors and requests CnC one more time:::
Dacia Sandero: @ ::sitting at a secondary science console::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Grins.::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching the Aegean depart ::
Fletcher Jackson: :::monitoring Aegean's departure:::
mimipavilion: ::finishes her walk-through, leaves medical with Dr. Cthulu and goes to the CnC via the tl::
Johnson Kenyon: ::TL doors open, looks and sees it is deck 91, exits::
Chirakis: ::exits in CnC::: Commander Cayne, report.
Tarisa: Miana> We are going to the park! Wanna come?
Johnson Kenyon: ((turbo lifts are a bit glitchy))
Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Let us know if there are any other observations we can perform before we enter the nebula.
Scott Coleridge: ((Have you been downloading apps on them again?))
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Rotating us, departing on alpha 2 vector, going to full impulse.
Johnson Kenyon: ((playing galaga))
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aegean is departing, clear skies to its destination.
mimipavilion: ::arrives on CnC::
Scott Coleridge: @ Thank you, Commander. Take us to Warp 5 when we've cleared the system.
Chirakis: ::nod:: Excellent.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes Sir. I have already entered scanning parameters for tracking any remnant wave patterns.
Johnson Kenyon: ::taking the jefferies tube one level down::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Warp 5 in four minutes.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ We should be able to scan the remnants of the waves the shuttles encountered and compare with any other trace signals.
Annisha: :: waves them in ::
Chirakis: ::takes the command chair - something she seldom does:::
Alexis McFarland: ::enters in after Miana::
Chirakis: :::pulling up the latest information on the Alien Alliance:::
mimipavilion: ::carefully walks the CnC::
Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving on deck 92, seeing the children's home::
Scott Coleridge: @ Good. It will be interesting to see whether the wave patterns degrade faster in the medium of the nebula than more empty space.
Tarisa: Miana> :;Skips inside.::
Annisha: So, we going to steal a shuttle, or open our own place on the commerce level?
Alexis McFarland: We tried stealing a shuttle once, that didn't work out very well.
Annisha: Practice Lexi, practice.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Agreed.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Going to warp 5.
Alexis McFarland: Hmm
Johnson Kenyon: ::Doesn't see anyone... walking around... looking for anything wrong...::
Fletcher Jackson: ::picking up on Aegean's vector, he clears that corridor that is reserved for VIPs anyway:::
Johnson Kenyon: Computer, arch
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Well, that's an interesting though. ::quickly checking her notes::
Johnson Kenyon: ::watches as the arch appears and disappears::
Johnson Kenyon: It's going to be a long day
Tarisa: :;Watching the Aegean on sensors.::
Johnson Kenyon: Computer, exit
Chirakis: ::stows the information, then contacts engineering/maintenance and files a report on the command lift:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::watches doors open and close in front of him, then open again, he leaves quickly::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Oh yes, why didn't I notice that before.:::jotting down something::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Propulsion systems are operating well.
Chirakis: ::then she stands and begins her routine pace around CnC:::
Annisha: Perhaps au can teach me how to read minds.
Johnson Kenyon: ::pulling up the holoprojector program from the outside::
Alexis McFarland: Hm, I'll give it the old college try.
Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::receives a report about the CnC TL from the Captain, instructs his crews to make that a priority::
Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Are the system upgrades for protecting us from the waves already online?
Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the children's school is now raining::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Ie.
Johnson Kenyon: ::using isolinear spanner to attempt to isolate::
Chirakis: 10:50 PM
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::adds periodic sampling of the interstellar matrix to the task assignments::
mimipavilion: ::stops towards the back of the CnC::
Fletcher Jackson: Wedgie> ::having taken over the mundane, is busy with internal OPS:::
Chirakis: ::turns to wander toward Dr Pavilion:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::checking to see if anyone is in the Children's home...::
Scott Coleridge: @ ::relaxes in the command chair, satisfied this crew is well-trained and ready for whatever they might encounter::
Johnson Kenyon: ::determines no one is there, decides to shut off and reinitialize the program::
Chirakis: :::approaches Mimi::: Doctor. ::congenial::
mimipavilion: ::nods:: Captain
Johnson Kenyon: ::shutting down the school program::
Annisha: Au know, I should be able to read a little bit. Vulcans can and I am a distant cousin...
Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ I have never seen anything like this before, what do you suppose caused this?
Annisha: Maybe I have to be close :: places her head against Lexi's ::
Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ I'm a little busy here... I guess we can speculate as long as the station doesn't blow up
Chirakis: It is exceedingly quiet. It gives me a strange feeling.
Alexis McFarland: Can you pick anything up?
Johnson Kenyon: ::stops what he's doing:: +Little+ Blow up?
Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.::
Annisha: Breathing...
mimipavilion: I know
Chirakis: ::turns to face her:: Are you having any problems with medical equipment?
Alexis McFarland: Anything? No?
Alexis McFarland: I was projecting... a donut.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The Aegean is on it's vector.
Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne::: Are you able to follow its path?
mimipavilion: I did. Believe we got it squared away.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nod :: I am.
Chirakis: And how are you doing that?
Chirakis: 10:58 PM
Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ Yes, we lost containment on one of the matter stream accelerators for about 2 seconds...
Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Scary
mimipavilion: ::listens to Cayne and Chirakis' conversation::
Chirakis: :::moves in Cayne's direction:::
Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ that's why we all need to focus on our jobs, one at a time..
Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Aye sir.. Kenyon out
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Beacon at a often forgotten subspace band.
Chirakis: Inform Aegean to remove it.
Johnson Kenyon: ::re-initializing the school::
Johnson Kenyon: ::opening the entrance to the school and checking it out... looks good::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I can inform Commander Korjata to disengage.
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: 5/10/19
Chirakis: Thank you.
Chirakis: Well, then...
Chirakis: We have Aegean on the way.
Chirakis: We've already found a glitch with Aegean and it will be rectified.
Chirakis: Strange things are happening with Aegis's equipment.
Chirakis: What else could possibly happen? ::rhetorical question:::
Scott Coleridge: Just turn the station off and on again.
Scott Coleridge: That's just what I did for 10 years. Worked fine. Never had to replace a single part.
Chirakis: Of course.
Chirakis: Reset.
Chirakis: Anyway....
Chirakis: TBS will be 36 hours to give Aegean time to approach the nebula without entering.
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

= /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1030, STARDATE 51905.06 = /\ =
Manticore was sent to investigate the destruction of Starbase
392 and instead found a mystery much greater than they bargained
of which originated from a massive data breach at Starfleet.
Aginst "official" orders the crew has decided to continue the
investigation. They were diverted to Starbase 381 and found the
USS Honshu under foreign control. After a brief battle the Honshu
was disabled and the engineering team able to regain control of
the ship then persued the enemy through a cloaked minedfield
and ended up at an asteroid base guarded by USS Ethan Carter,
one of the two escort ships from Starbase 392. Thanks to a spy
among the lower ranks, Manticore once again came under control
of the enemy. Now Manticore is being boarded and Chief Jaenke
is rushing to get his fail safe device online to purge the
intruders from the system before the crew can be captured.
= /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1030, STARDATE 51905.06 = /\ =
190506.log

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |10 May 2019
14 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.135
TBS is 24 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 AM) Aegis local.
The away team is aboard Aegean, preparing for departure. Their mission is a scientific investigation of the electromagnetic waves in nebula 259b. Commander Coleridge is in command. Aboard are science officer Lieutenant Jg Dran, engineering officer Commander tr’Korjata, and medical officer Doctor Sandero. Because of potential threats in the area, a substantial security detail will accompany them. Known only by Commander Coleridge is the Starfleet security detail that will tail them within the nebula.
A potential threat to Aegean’s investigation is the Alien Alliance: a group of freed Breen slaves that is determined to conquer Joint Allied Powers’ space. They use a nebular string to mask their movements.
USS Kole is monitoring Alien Alliance activity just outside Nebula 235a, close to An-Ward, and far from the area of Aegean’s investigation.

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch
Aboard USS Kole
Two Days Before Aegean Departs
“Aw, crap… not again,” Ens Jess Parista muttered, then began recording. Assigned to Sound Surveillance aboard USS Kole, his position demanded precision scanning over a designated area of space, listening for conversation that might be pertinent to the mission: tracking and pinning down hostile ships and bases of the Alien Alliance.
A few days ago, the stealth destroyer USS Kole NCC/DDG 1787 had settled into stationkeeping just outside Nebula 235a to focus on communication coming from or going into that area. Normally, the ship would be on patrol with USS Iowa, but given the most recent events involving the Alien Alliance, they had orders to break off and take aim on a corridor within the nebula where ships of the Alien Alliance had been spotted. The Sound Surveillance Center that abutted Incident Command was usually abuzz with activity. For the last two days it had been surprisingly quiet.
Assorted screens hung strategically on every wall of the Sound Surveillance Center, displaying a complete sweep of the targeted area. Banks of sound surveillance systems manned by personnel who focused solely on chatter from all frequencies used by the Alien Alliance circled the room below translation screens. So far, third watch had come up with nothing more than senseless chatter from passing vessels and occasional sounds that the system recognized as music, but drove the listeners close to insanity. Watch Commander Cdr Jim Bucher moved smoothly among them, answering questions and occasionally changing frequencies to listen.
Parista adjusted his headset to listen. “Eh ... što ti znaš. Tvoj rid,” seemed to come from a male with a deep, confident voice. “Um ... crvena tri do plava sedam,” registered as another male, higher pitched, and calculating. “Ako možete nadmašiti, kupujem,” was followed by a deep chuckle, then “Tako... misliš da si tako pametan? Plavi od pet do tri crvena, a vi ste mrtvi, prijatelju! HA!!!” was obviously triumphant.
Parista scrambled to cut his sound level when a chair kicked over and skidded along the floor with a high-pitched screeeeeeee. A table overturned, followed with punching, shouting, and banging, along with a series of expletives that the translation system couldn’t decipher.
He added a few expletives of his own.
“Something goin’ on? Need another listener?” Ens Delia Sanchez paused her scanning.
“Nah, bunch o’ crap,” Jess replied. “It’s been like this all shift. First they argue, then they roll dice, then they argue, they burp… and I mean really burp, they eat something that sounds crunchy but your brain tells you it’s nasty, and now it’s a knock down drag out with chairs, fists, you name it. Gees….”
“Yeah, well, change of watch is in less than thirty.” Sanchez adjusted her headset and continued scanning her designated area.
“Thirty more minutes of crap and ,” Parista groaned, checking his translation monitor. “It’s insane, the slowest recon we’ve had so far. Just hope I’ll... get….”
He stopped cold, pressed a finger against his headset, cleared up the transmission, listened a minute and checked the translation monitor, then pressed a button on his console. Above his station, a yellow light began to flash, bringing the watch commander across the room to grab a secondary headset and listen.
Cdr Bucher listened a moment, then reached to change the yellow to red as he removed his headset. “All personnel, connect to frequency on one five and begin the procedure, sweep and pin, by the numbers,” he called out. “Sanchez, cover one five as his second. Dion.” He turned to his second in command. “Inform CnC.”
Not a sound—not a “yes sir” nor an “aye, sir” or any other acknowledgement—was heard in the room, only slight movement as stations scrambled to adjust frequencies and began the procedure. Extra sound on a stealth vessel negated the stealth, no matter how buffered the ship. They ran silent. They didn’t talk, they listened.
Several minutes later, Bucher stepped into Command and Control, slate tucked into its holder at his waist. Captain Jira Adley leaned over the table viewscreen, monitoring movement in the designated area.
“What do you have, Commander?” she asked, her eyes still focused on the vessels coming into and going out of the nebula.
“Low frequency chatter similar to what we picked up a while back. Ship to ship orders, no responses.” He pulled his slate and flipped it open, then handed it to her.
“Um…” she mused, straightening up to look it over. “Similar to what we heard last time. Repetitive orders and similar responses. My best guess is that it’s coming from this vessel.” She pressed a finger on the tactical table and flicked it to the wall screen. An exceptionally large and strangely configured starship, similar to the alien ship seen on An-Ward, moved suspiciously through the nebula. “They seem to be monitoring all traffic, like someone herding cattle.” She turned to face Bucher. “Chatter?”
“Nothing new,” he replied, handing her the translation. “Pretty much the same as last time. Maybe a few new players. Translation is more difficult because of different languages, probably some slang thrown in, and the languages seem to have different variants. Bottom line, they’re revving up for something, but it’s hard to tell what.”
"Ummm…" she mused thumbing through it. "This is coming from their Echo base, and that's…." The screen flipped to the most recent sector chart. "...on the other side of the Alliance base string from An-ward. Any ideas on that?" She returned his slate.
"None so far. Analysts are working on it."
"Okay. Spit it to the cruise ships.* I want to read through everything the analysts find , even if it doesn't make sense, which it probably won’t for a while."
_____________________________________________________________________
*Send it via subspace to USS Iowa.

= /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1030, STARDATE 51905.06 = /\ =
Manticore was sent to investigate the destruction of Starbase
392 and instead found a mystery much greater than they bargained
of which originated from a massive data breach at Starfleet.
Aginst "official" orders the crew has decided to continue the
investigation. They were diverted to Starbase 381 and found the
USS Honshu under foreign control. After a brief battle the Honshu
was disabled and the engineering team able to regain control of
the ship then persued the enemy through a cloaked minedfield
and ended up at an asteroid base guarded by USS Ethan Carter,
one of the two escort ships from Starbase 392. Thanks to a spy
among the lower ranks, Manticore once again came under control
of the enemy. Now Manticore is being boarded and Chief Jaenke
is rushing to get his fail safe device online to purge the
intruders from the system before the crew can be captured.
= /\ = END USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1030, STARDATE 51905.06 = /\ =

MISSION BRIEF: The USS Lysander, a period vessel, has located the Excalibur and is preparing to render aid. Swain is meeting with their Captain and XO while the rest of the crew gets lists of needed supplies ready.
Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM
Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM
Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM
Rhan K'hal: :: having returned to the bridge while Irene gets her genome mapped and is probably napping through it, frowns at his console and mutters to no one in particular :: Why does it feel like all I do is coordinate shopping lists?
William Chocox: ::is double checking Engineering's list::
Maryse Dubois: ::Had followed Rhan to the bridge, her staff keeping watch on Irene.:: oh but you're so good at it.
Rhan K'hal: My everlasting curse.
Hakran K'hal: @ :: heading over to the shuttle area, needing yet another ride back to the ship, also muttering to no one in particular :: Want to know what supplies I need? How about a working transporter?
Hunter Matheson: @ ::med tent, taking inventory::
Hakran K'hal: @ :: snags one of the teeny tiny shuttles and its bored driver, sits in the #2 seat with his arms crossed over his chest while the pilot does the pre-flight ::
Maryse Dubois: Well at least you don't have to worry about me. Medical supplies are still fine. We just need foodstuffs.
Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Still on the planet (?), Indi continues her medical reclamation ::
William Chocox: So, does this list seem like it's enough?
Rhan K'hal: Which might be one of the harder things for them to part with unless they head back for a resupply themselves. Those Mirandas aren't exactly stuffed to the brim with tuna sandwiches.
Hakran K'hal: @ :: zooms away from the base camp again as the shuttle zooms up to Excalibur's orbit ::
Hunter Matheson: @ ::categorizing, setting up, checking emergency med sets, gloves, you name it::
Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives on the bridge::
Maryse Dubois: Probably...::Thinking about starfleet history.:: But don't they have food synthesizers? Would material from those work with our replicators?
Rhan K'hal: :: swivels an ear at the door swish, identifies the sound of the footprints :: Finally emerge from hibernation, Issaha?
Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: That's something I'll have to check. Assuming the data is available. :: pokes at his console ::
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Checking over Will's work, she nodded.:: For a start. I don't know if they'll have even half of these, but it can't hurt to ask.
Indaura Ryssan: @ I hope we have a way to quickly get this on the ship if we need.
William Chocox: We won't know if we don't ask.
Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Issaha as she sits by Rhan.::
Hakran K'hal: :: arrives back on board the ship, makes his way to the nearest lift as the shuttle heads promptly back planetside ::
Hunter Matheson: @ ::wanders toward her::: Same here, Doc.
Hunter Matheson: @ ::::shows her his padd:: Looks like we have everything major except extra hypospray modules.
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose from her station, taking the data padd with her.:: Keep on with the repairs. I'll let you know if anything comes of our requests. I'm off to the bridge.
Hunter Matheson: @ But given what there is on planet, we might not need too many. At least I hope not.
Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Glances over to Rhan:: I am told we have saviors?
Hunter Matheson: @ ::sends the inventory it to her padd:::
William Chocox: Have fun meeting people from the past.
William Chocox: ::goes back to the repairs::
Rhan K'hal: Looks like the material is compatible, but the individual supply cubes come wrapped in packs of 25. We'll have to have them processed through the replicators to separate them back into storage.
Rhan K'hal: :: Issaha :: I don't know if I'd qualify them as saviors, yet. We don't even know how much they can do for us.
Maryse Dubois: Well it's better than eating protein bars.
Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: I have some ideas.
Hakran K'hal: :: pops out of the bridge turbolift ::
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes the lift up to the bridge in search of the Captain.::
Hakran K'hal: :: comes up behind Issaha Going to let your boss in on those?
Maryse Dubois: :;Sees others arrive on the bridge.:: Looks like we're having a party.
Rhan K'hal: An actually staffed bridge! :: melodramatically feigns fainting ::
Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.::
Indaura Ryssan: @ :: sighs and sits ::
Hunter Matheson: @ You okay, ma'am?
Hunter Matheson: @ ::visual check doesn't look that good:::
Hakran K'hal: :: rolls eyes :: So what's this about getting supply lists in? You realize I've got people crawling around the planet getting those supplies.
Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::hands him a PADD:: These were the calculations the Captain has been working on. There are, well, a lot of variables.
Indaura Ryssan: @ :: looks :: I'm just tired, hoping we are working on a way to get back...
Maryse Dubois: ::Points at the brightly colored ship on the viewscreen.:: A new shopping center arrived.
Hakran K'hal: :: takes, looks it over, blinks a few times :: Master of understatement. :: hands it back to Issaha ::
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced about the bridge as she stepped out, heading for Swain's ready room.::
Hakran K'hal: :: glances at the viewscreen :: Ugh, I hate Mirandas.
Hunter Matheson: @ Same here, Doc. How about a drink? Packets available on the rack.
Hakran K'hal: :: sees THE Miranda walk out of the lift just in time to hear that :: The starships, I should specify.
Maryse Dubois: I prefer them in that form, as opposed to the flying deathtrap we were recently in.
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Giving Hakran an amused stare.:: I would hope so.
Hunter Matheson: @ Your choice.
Indaura Ryssan: @ How about a coffee?
Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::tries to hide a smirk::
Rhan K'hal: Ah, the sweet memories. :: glances over at Miranda :: Commander. Cap is still closeted away with the Lysander's command team.
Hunter Matheson: @ Well, ma'am. Since it's the med tent, all we have is decaf if that'll work. Unless you have a stash somewhere.
Hakran K'hal: :: Issaha :: So what's your idea to turn that into something useful? Other than having everyone on the ship do math homework for 6 months.
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I am so aware. ::Ringing the chimes to Swain's ready room.::
Cptn Swain: Come.
Indaura Ryssan: $ :: Reaching in her gown :: I keep something on my person all times.
Cptn Swain: Issaha> They have a much more powerful computer.
Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Hand a packet to Matheson ::
Hunter Matheson: @ ::crooked grin, takes the packet:: Heat it up?
Rhan K'hal: :: scowls :: Only because ours got turned into Swiss cheese. :: defends his baby ::
Hakran K'hal: For the moment, yes. I imagine the Captain has already considered that the main priority when it comes to any help the Lysander can provide.
Indaura Ryssan: @ And some water
Hunter Matheson: @ Or does it heat as soon as you open it? We had some of those aboard the Nimitz.
Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, ma'am. Water coming up.
Hunter Matheson: @ :::opening the locker to snag a fresh bottle, then hands it to her:::
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stepped into the ready room with Swain and his guests, giving them a nod.:: Captain.
Hunter Matheson: @ ::standing next to her, keeping one eye on the few remaining patients, he opens his coffee packet:::
Indaura Ryssan: @ I hope coffee is considered in supply runs.
Cptn Swain: Welcome Miranda. This is Captain Cormoran and his XO, Commander Jaypal.
Hunter Matheson: @ ::and it heats to proper temp:: Um... maybe not in this era? Guess we'll find out.
William Chocox: ::taps out some more commands and orders before going back to working on the engines::
Rhan K'hal: :: snorts :: Augustin really needs to double-check what his team is sending into the supply requests. Or he has a sweet tooth himself. Apparently "chocolate covered cranberries" is a high priority.
Indaura Ryssan: @ Coffee has been around for millennia.
Rhan K'hal: :: flicks that line out ::
Maryse Dubois: Those sound really good about now.
Hunter Matheson: @ Since.... Ethiopia of earth, right?
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Captain, Commander. Welcome aboard the Excalibur.
Cptn Swain: Jesselyin> ::Nods:: Commander.
Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: I'll buy you a bag the next time we're near the proper era of civilization.
Cptn Swain: Svati> ::smiles::
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Has the Captain sufficiently explained our situation?
Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Nods, preparing her coffee ::
Hakran K'hal: :: gets a comm from Semek, who is down planetside - walks over next to the powered down replicator to take it ::
Cptn Swain: Jesselyin> I believe so. A rather... interesting journey it sounds like.
Hakran K'hal: :: walks back over to Rhan and Maryse :: Good news, our first shuttle shipment of the carbon-rich lettuce is due to take off in 15. That will reclamate nicely into the replicator system.
Maryse Dubois: Good news indeed.
Rhan K'hal: :: stretches :: I hope so, because I'm not planning on going vegetarian any time soon.
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Aye. And we are in need of certain supplies that we're unable to fabricate ourselves. ::She moved to Swain's desk to give him the report from engineering.::
Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Ah
Cptn Swain: Svati> ::nods:: We should be able to help with that.
Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We were hoping as much.
Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/3/19 =/\=
13 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.134
TBS is 24 hours. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 AM) Aegis local.
Command has received permission for a scientific investigation.
Their target is a star's electromagnetic waves in nebula 259b.
Commander Coleridge commands the mission.
USS Toronto is docked. Toronto's strike force is in the area.
Engineering officer Kenyon continues to fix minor system glitches.
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\=
Jylliene: ::@ CnC, Ops::
Dacia Sandero: ::working in the sickbay::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in science lab. Contemplating::
mimipavilion: ::in medical::
Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC working Aux Ops:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::tinkering on design in Main Engineering::
Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha somewhere, probably back at school::
Tarisa: ::In the Science labs as well.. She looks to Dran.:: Something wrong?
Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, having finally made it through breakfast and the first part of a shift uninterrupted, has caught up on his reports but is now faced with mission planning::
Chirakis: :::steps out of her office to pace around CnC:::
Tae'Lynn Dran: Probably.
Jylliene: ::page page page page::
Tarisa: Miana> ::At her desk in class.::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::fiddling with a cellular scanner::
Tarisa: ::Tilts her head curiously.:: What is it?
Scott Coleridge: ::preparing his briefing notes and sending requisitions to the quartermaster before he calls a briefing::
Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if he'll see Nijil::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sighs:: ::sets the scanner down:: This nebula business is taking a dangerous turn.
Chirakis: :::passes a few, stops to answer questions and get updates, then moves on:::
Tarisa: ::Nods.:: With the idea that it is not natural?Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Captain.
Chirakis: ::turns:: Yes, Commander?
Alexis McFarland: ::wearing a t-shirt and shorts but no shoes or socks:: ... Because I don't need them. I'm stuck in this hover chair for 2 weeks, so what's the point? And it's a hassle to dress myself with only one hand. One less thing.. :::she told her friend Olivia who asked where her shoe were::
Scott Coleridge: I'm about ready to brief my team on the away mission. Do you want to be present?
Chirakis: ::moves slowly toward him:::
Alexis McFarland: ::Olivia responds with a satisfied shrug::
Chirakis: It is not obligatory, but it is probably a good idea given the circumstances.
Tae'Lynn Dran: I started researching the radiation purifying effect going on and now command is talking about what could be considered weapon testing.
Tarisa: :;Frowns.:: I see. That is troubling.
Dacia Sandero: ::again, checking up on patients in the sickbay, watching one of the other doctors check in a new patient who just walked in::
Scott Coleridge: Understood. We'll be in the meeting room in about 15 minutes.
Chirakis: ::nod::
Tae'Lynn Dran: Or at least what could be seen as weapons testing. I understand the reasoning behind it. It was my suggestion! But, well. There's something darker or feels darker going on.
Alexis McFarland: ::Angles her hover chair at a jaunty angle with her bad leg sticking out, since she couldn't fit her legs under her desk because of the chair::.
Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Commander, please have Commander Korjata, Dr. Sandero, and Lt. Dran report to the meeting room in 15 minutes for an away mission briefing.
Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Perhaps you can have your findings restricted. I am sure the Captain could have them locked away in her Vault.
Alexis McFarland: ::Sighs::
Jylliene: ::groans inwardly at the idea of Nijil on another away mission:: Yes sir.
Jylliene: +Dran, Nijil, Dacia+ Ops here. Report to the meeting room in 15 minutes for away mission briefing.
Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh dear.
Alexis McFarland: ::to Miana and Annisha:: I hear we're scheduled for laps around the track for gym this week. Running exercises are boring.
Jylliene: ::though at least this time Nijil isn't in command of the team, so there's that.::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Sitting next to Alexis. Tries to cheer her up.::
Tae'Lynn Dran: +Ops+ Understood.
Chirakis: ::stops at the security console and logs in:::
Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Lt Kenyon to Chief Engineer
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hears the request ::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::gathering her pack:: I wish I had time to think this through.
Tarisa: Good luck with your mission.
Alexis McFarland: But I think we're exempt given our.. injuries. I know I am, unless they want me to do laps in my chair... which I could do. That'd be fun.
Fletcher Jackson: :::headset on, monitoring incoming and outgoing:::
Tae'Lynn Dran: :::Tarisa:: Thanks you. ::tries to smile a little::
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Korjata here, go ahead.
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::slings the pack over her shoulder:: Here we go.
Tarisa: And if you wish, maybe I can make a request with the Captain.
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::exits the lab::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: at tactical, looking at a bit map ::
Chirakis: ::checking Garand's list for the security team for the mission:::
Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I have been working on this new design for a power relay for use with the new sensors and would like to test it. Do you have time to check it out?
Tarisa: Miana> ::Still in a sling.:: Running would be hard. Maybe I can ride with you?
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: You know the Captain better. That might be for the best.
Jylliene: +Nijil, Dacia+ Ops here. Away team briefing in 15 minutes at the meeting room. Please acknowledge.
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves to the TL::
Chirakis: ::verifies it and returns the list with orders to prepare:::
Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Yeah, sure! Though maybe it'd be better to squeeze in next to me in the chair so you don't fall off.
Dacia Sandero: ::checks on some of the furry patients that the sickbay houses, then hears the comm +Jylliene+ Acknowledged.
Tarisa: Miana> ::Puts up her good arm in glee.:: Yay!
Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if Nijil is lost in thought::
Dacia Sandero: Alright, well I guess I'll be on my way then. ::heads out of sickbay::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::lift stops. She exits and moves quickly to the meeting room::
Tarisa: ::Leaves the lab, grabbing a lift.::
Scott Coleridge: ::makes his way to the meeting room::
Dacia Sandero: ::waves to the doctors and heads to the lift::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking :: +Kenyon+ Sorry, I think there is a buffer delay in the comms system.
Dacia Sandero: ::waves to the doctors and heads to the lift::
Chirakis: ::following Scott::: Commander Kital, you have the con.
mimipavilion: ::hollers:: have fun.
Tarisa: :;Arrives on the CnC.::
Jylliene: Acknowledged, ma'am. I have the con.
Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'll check on the buffer delay. Are you available to check out my design?
Jylliene: +Nijil+OPS to Nijil. Mission briefing imminent in the meeting room. Please respond.
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I can swing by, I have to be somewhere in 10.
Dacia Sandero: ::arrives at the CNC not long after Tarisa::
Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'm in Main Engineering
Jylliene: ::I'mgonnakillhimI'mgonnakillhimI'mgonnakillhim::
Johnson Kenyon: <LOL>
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I <pause> au, buffer issue <pause> Investigating.
Alexis McFarland: ::in class, working on her assignment::
Chirakis: ::enters the conference room and takes an unobtrusive seat:::
Tarisa: ::Watches as people head for the meeting room. She nods to Jylliene and walks over to SCI.::
Jylliene: ::sees through the bluff, given that she can see systems info on her own console::
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a seat::
Dacia Sandero: ::takes a seat as well::
Jylliene: +Nijil+The meeting is nearly starting. You'd better get up here.
Scott Coleridge: ::sits at the head of the table, notes that people are early… except for Nijil::
Scott Coleridge: ((Lol))
Chirakis: (conference people, take a @ please)
Johnson Kenyon: ::pulls up the design schematic and downloads it to a PADD for Nijil to look at when he has a moment::
Jylliene: ::gives Tarisa an acknowledging wave::
Tarisa: ::Looks over.:: I take it the Captain joined the meeting as well?
Jylliene: ::nods to Tarisa:: She did indeed.
Chirakis: @ ::settles in, relaxed::
Johnson Kenyon: ::after downloading to the PADD, pulls up the COMM system to look for a problem in the buffer::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: frustrated, enters the conference room ::
Alexis McFarland: Huh what? Yeah, my leg still hurts a bit up to my lower leg. ::speaking to another student and moves her good arm to below her shin:: Up to there, and my foot is fine too. I'm stuck in the chair for 2-4 weeks. Yeah, it does suck.
Dacia Sandero: @ ::settles in as well::
Scott Coleridge: @ Welcome, everyone.
Jylliene: ::a bit more relaxed now::
Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I will have to see au later, at a conference.
Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Roger that.
Dacia Sandero: @::turns her attentions to Scott::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Jylliene+ I am here.
Johnson Kenyon: ::puts the PADD in Nijil's office then returns to the console::
Scott Coleridge: @ I take it all of you read the mission reports from Commander Korjata's search-and-rescue mission?
Jylliene: ::blinks in confusion, mumbles:: Yes, I know, I saw you walk through...
Chirakis: Garand> ::in a conference with his team, bringing them up to speed:::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: sits ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::to Computer:: Run a level 5 diagnostic on the Comm system to see if there is a problem in the relay buffer
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes sir.
Jylliene: ::sends a quick "I see" message to his PADD in response::
Dacia Sandero: @Y-Yes.
Scott Coleridge: @ The data gathered during that mission, particularly concerning the anomalous EM waves from, is very interesting.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ sorry, possible engineering issue, nothing station threatening.
Johnson Kenyon: ::looks strangely at the result:: Computer, increase to level 3 diagnostic and walk me through buffer by buffer
Scott Coleridge: @ Lt. Dran has been following up on several theories. We've decided further investigation is warranted.
Tarisa: ::Logs into the sensor system.::
Scott Coleridge: @ We'll be taking the Aegean back to the nebula to conduct a more detailed study of the star and the region.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::making notes in her journal::
Fletcher Jackson: :::rerouting a freighter so it can offload its cargo a little easier::
Chirakis: @ ::listening:::
Scott Coleridge: @::brings up a graphic of the region on the main monitor:: We'll approach the nebula and conduct a preliminary scan, then enter and proceed towards the star.
Johnson Kenyon: ::stopping at one buffer:: Computer, magnify buffer 337115
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I have Tarisa's shield harmonics.
Scott Coleridge: @ From there, how we proceed will depend on the star's activity. One of the reasons we're going is to see if we can determine why the star's periodicity increased so suddenly and the waves became so much stronger.
mimipavilion: ::dealing with Children's Home reports and sending them, some that were needing to be sent a lot sooner, but considering that she's been busy::
Scott Coleridge: @ If the star is quiescent, we'll get as close as we can and launch a series of probes to collect detailed scans.
Scott Coleridge: @ If the star is too active, we'll be much more cautious.
Dacia Sandero: @ ::Watches the screen::
Chirakis: Garand> ::outlining the possible dangers, emphasizing the gear needed::
Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the magnified buffer:: Computer, what is the cause of this pattern?
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ the star could be artificially affected by some kind of unforeseen technology.
Scott Coleridge: @ Yes, that's one hypothesis we should consider on the mission.
Scott Coleridge: @ It's also possible that our presence affects the star, considering that its behaviour only changed after so many ships were in the area at the same time.
Johnson Kenyon: Computer> the most likely cause is a power surge
Chirakis: Computer> There is no power surge.
Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Commander, we'll need to make the same modifications to Aegean's shields and systems that you made to the Nei'rrh to protect us from the waves.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: nods ::
Johnson Kenyon: ::mouthing:: a power surge without a power surge?
Scott Coleridge: @::Dacia:: Doctor, we're still unclear on the effect that the waves' radiation has on living tissue. I'll want you working closely with Lt. Dran on this.
Chirakis: Computer> the most likely cause is a power surge.
Dacia Sandero: @ ::nods:: Yes, of course.
Chirakis: Computer> There is no power surge.
Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Lieutenant, you've already done exemplary work studying the waves from the data we have. I also appreciate your creative thinking in trying to compare it to other wave-like phenomena, like the Breen energy weapon. Now you'll have a chance to investigate more thoroughly, so prepare an experiment schedule accordingly.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes sir.
Johnson Kenyon: ::either an undetectable power surge or a something else that looks like one::
Scott Coleridge: @ Questions?
Johnson Kenyon: Computer, what additional probable or perhaps improbable causes are there for this buffer change?
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ may we have extra probes?
Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking:: I suppose we could have lost a power regulator
Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Good idea.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ cargo bay two..
Chirakis: Computer> ::buzz:: power surge ::buzz:::
Dacia Sandero: (Johnson, did you break the computer?)
Johnson Kenyon: ::stands and looks at the console::
Johnson Kenyon: <<It was Nijil, I swear>>
Scott Coleridge: @ One more thing: I don't anticipate any trouble on this mission, but considering the nebula's proximity to regions of space with less savoury traffic, we're going to bring an extra security detail.
Johnson Kenyon: ::resetting console and moving to another one::
Dacia Sandero: @::nods:: Makes sense.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::was just starting to relax::
Johnson Kenyon: ::decides to get a repair kit... goes to the engineering rack and picks up some tools::
mimipavilion: ::still in her office, mumbling about the paperwork and how meticulous Rihans are::
Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: How long will it take to adjust Aegean's systems?
Chirakis: 10:50 PM
Johnson Kenyon: ::moving to another engineering console:: Computer, calculate the volume of a star 1 light year in diameter
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ few hours, could do enroute
Chirakis: Computer> :the :calculation comes through quickly and precisely:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::scanning with a tricorder as the calculation is made::
Chirakis: @ ::looks to Scott:::
Jylliene: ((That's one crazy huge star))
Chirakis: @ ::her expression indicates not a good idea::
Scott Coleridge: @ Understood. Let's get it done beforehand though. Then we'll leave first thing tomorrow morning.
Scott Coleridge: @ The rest of you, take today to study up on the data we already have.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ do we need to leave Aegis immediately?
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::making a supply list::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Glad that it wasn't her writing hand that was in the sling. She was still able to write things.::
Johnson Kenyon: ::notes the response:: Computer, bring up last buffer sequence and provide best approximation of what caused the buffer lag.
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ only one way to be sure it works :: grins ::
Dacia Sandero: @::makes a note to check medical supplies for the upcoming mission::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::configuring sensor pod load out::
Scott Coleridge: @ If there's nothing else... you are dismissed.
Alexis McFarland: ::her good hand also wasn't broken so she's able to do her assignments and writing as well::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: nods, entering items on his padd ::
Dacia Sandero: @::nods and begins to jot down stuff on her PADD as well::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @:: gets up, sure looking at his padd ::
Johnson Kenyon: Computer> ::chirp, but no response::
Chirakis: @ ::hoping Nijil doesn't trip:::
Dacia Sandero: @::gets up and heads out as well::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::Stands and moves towards the door::
Chirakis: 10:58 PM
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: dances around obstacles and gets out unharmed ::
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::stops:: Commander. May I ask what the primary objective of this mission is?
Chirakis: @ ::also stands:::
Johnson Kenyon: ::pulling out the specifications on the Computer, going through the diagrams::
Jylliene: ::sees folks beginning to emerge::
Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: exits, the AT symbol falling to the floor ::
Dacia Sandero: @ ::follows everyone out and to the turbolift::
Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Ideally? Discover the cause of the waves, understand how they work, and how to improve our defences against them.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: goes to Jylliene ::
Chirakis: (last words)
Chirakis: @ ::exits to CnC:::
Scott Coleridge: @ We can't take along the Breen energy weapon for comparison, I'm afraid, but you're welcome to continue your inquiries along those lines.
Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Thank you sir.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: quietly to Jy :: seems I'm leaving again.
Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps onto the CnC::
Jylliene: It seems so.
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: 5/3/19
Chirakis: Thank you.
Chirakis: Well done, as usual.
Chirakis: TBS will be another 24 hours.
Chirakis: Comments, Commander?
Scott Coleridge: No
Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew?
Jylliene: ?
Chirakis: Ms Kital?
Jylliene: Will the team have departed at sim start, or just be heading out at that point?
Johnson Kenyon: ?
Chirakis: It depends on their readiness. Scott, thoughts on that?
Scott Coleridge: I think we'll be on Aegean and getting underway
Chirakis: Very well.
Chirakis: Mr Kenyon?
Jylliene: Gotcha.
Johnson Kenyon: This computer glitch, will it have disappeared or cause random problems over the next 24 hours?
Chirakis: It depends on the engineer fixing it, of course.
Chirakis: Let's hope it is minor.
Johnson Kenyon: can I expect random glitches over the next 24 hours?
Chirakis: Random is random.
Johnson Kenyon: LOL
Scott Coleridge: You are allowed to sleep at some point.
Chirakis: He is?
Scott Coleridge: And wake up to the night shift's report of what glitches they encountered.
Scott Coleridge: Do *you* want a sleep-deprived engineer fixing your life support system?
Johnson Kenyon: thanks, Commander.... I see your point
Chirakis: That said..
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.

Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |3 May 2019
13 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.134
TBS is 24 hours. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 AM) Aegis local.
Engineering officer Kenyon is busy running simulations and correcting design flaws as well as fixing minor glitches such as fuzzy monitors and science alarms that forward to CnC.
Lt Cdr Leilani Feretti, formerly attached to Aegis and presently attached to USS Toronto, is visiting.
Starships from the planet Drakel’a, a major way station for organized crime, have been found docked on a planetoid base established by the Alien Alliance. The base is not far from Aegis.
Command is concerned that the massive electromagnetic waves that almost destroyed Nei’rrh and Argos II were skillfully manipulated and used as a weapon. Science officer Dran believes that weaponizing electromagnetic waves might be possible, but the only way to tell is to revisit the nebula and simulate the variables at the source. The mission has been approved. Commander Coleridge will be in command.

Into the Storm
Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5
Peace is a lie.
The great deception draws a veil of fantasy over reality, a construct fashioned by the naiveté of those who would live in comfort and prosperity, either oblivious to the constant threat of war or choosing to ignore it.
Whoever believed that we would have peace after the disappearance of the Breen lived in a Utopian fantasy world, for it is the nature of all beasts that when the dominant is removed, another rises to take its place.
The peace that supposedly surrounds Sky Harbor Aegis could soon be shattered by a Breen successor. In turn, when that successor disappears—if it ever does—yet another will rise to power… and on it goes.
* * * * *
Kirel stared blankly at her tactical computer screen, processing every possible danger that a starship crew could encounter during this mission. Commander Coleridge was more than capable of command. He would choose his crew carefully. He would be cautious and thorough. She should not be overly concerned, but she was….
"Good afternoon, Captain. My apology for the delay. Our briefing was not exactly brief." Admiral Mullins, Director of Federation Security, forced a smile.
"Good afternoon, Admiral." Kirel gave a respectful nod, settled behind her desk, and swiveled her screen into view.
The admiral's image came through subspace clearly, outlining every wrinkle and every well-earned scar. His silver hair glistened as he thumbed through the document before him. As Director of Federation Security, he had been keeping a close watch on the Alien Alliance since they mysteriously appeared on An-Ward, Drakel’a, and a few other bases that had not been revealed. According to the viewscreen’s background setting, he was calling from Rendezvous October. That in itself spoke of ongoing threats.
“Tell me, Captain. What... exactly... are you proposing?” he asked, his brow furrowed, more questioning than concerned as he relaxed at his console.
“A scientific research mission, Admiral,” Kirel replied casually. “To explore the restricted area of space that caused our ships to lose power, and to assure that the electromagnetic waves do not pose a threat outside the restricted zone.”
Mullins hesitated. His fingers drummed on the desk, then tapped lightly on his tablet, his lips pursed.
“Is there something I should know, Admiral?,” asked Kirel. “Have you new information?”
“Umm…” he mused into a slow exhale. “Not exactly new, but perhaps some things of which you are unaware and a few things you asked us to investigate.
"Regarding the modified use of a Breen dampening weapon, we have come up with nothing. However, the Breen transporter system has been verified. Several incidents have pointed in that direction. Specialists are working on countermeasures, but they haven't been successful.
“Now, regarding your proposed mission," he continued, pulling his tablet close to thumb through it again.
"Nebula 259b—the area you would be investigating—is not far from 236a and An-Ward. Our operatives haven’t reported anything out of the ordinary in 259b. That area has been fairly quiet except for the electromagnetic energy waves.
“Concerning your request, it did not have a distinct reason for investigation. But now that you have explained, it seems to be a mission for Starfleet, not Aegis.” He leaned forward. “I know you too well, Captain. You have more in mind than a scientific investigation.”
“Do I?” she replied after a pause, her expression neutral.
“Of course you do,” he continued with a cautionary tone, “and you know better than to keep it to yourself. To enter and investigate that nebula or anything around it, you will need expertise and backup. Regarding the expertise, Aegis has its share. However, the backup?” The admiral put the tablet aside and clasped his hands, waiting.
Kirel considered that a moment, then stood to illustrate via the tactical screen.
“As you know—and according to Starfleet records—the electromagnetic energy waves emanating from the star… here... have been predictable, regular, and not very powerful since their discovery. Recently, those waves have wavered from docile to hostile. They have magnified exponentially, and the planetoid that was the home of Dr Brubaker for ten years was quickly devoured by a series of unusually powerful waves.
“Three vessels were caught in the waves.” A ‘before' and 'after’ display of the ships appeared on screen. “Shuttle Nei’rrh and RSE freighter Argos II barely escaped the catastrophe and are still under repair. Shuttle Warren, however, was pulled into the planetoid’s gravity well, and burned along with the planetoid.”
“And, according to our operatives, the star itself has remained constant,” Mullins interjected, then relaxed in thought. “What do you expect to find in your investigation other than a star that sends out electromagnetic waves that have changed suddenly?”
“Something that is not natural.”
Mullins seemed satisfied. “And who will be commanding the mission?”
“Commander Coleridge.”
His thoughts seem to wander for a moment before nodding.
“Very well. Mission approved. Inform Commander Coleridge—and no one else—that if there is a problem, there will be a standby team tailing them. You know the code and the protocol concerning the code. If the connection to your investigating vessel is terminated, inform the standby team. If the standby team does not respond, inform us immediately. Any questions?”
“No questions, Admiral.”
“Very well, good hunting.”

Extenuating Circumstances
Chirakis Kirel, Captain SI-5
“We need to consider all the facts, not just what happened on the Nei’rrh. Kenyon’s performance so far on the station has been exemplary. He shows both initiative and the ability to follow directions. This was his first away mission, and it was a stressful one.” ~Commander Scott Coleridge
Having completed her first, and hopefully last document of reprimand, Kirel left her desk to stare out the window, beyond ships docking, tenders, fighters, and shuttles, and into the primal void that many called Chaos. Chaos takes hold, and threatens to unravel thoughts and shift them into nightmares. Chaos foments strife and leads her prey into the dark abyss of space. The end result was often a long, lonely, and painful death.
Mr Kenyon’s situation involved chaos, but it did not prevail. In their investigation, chaos turned into balance. One end of the scale was positive, and the other end, negative. Should one misstep in the face of chaos take precedence over the many positive steps he had taken? His misstep was a heavy one that could have resulted in disaster, but it did not. That said, did the sum of his positive actions balance against the one negative action? The captain and the commander believed so, and so it would be.